Hate, it’s everywhere. I see it in every way I stare. The economy is in its own state of affair. How can we as a people even bear, all of the despair that’s everywhere?
I write as I watch the fights in the night, the fires bright, the people in the middle of gunfight. I can’t help but wonder how all this will end under the moonlight.
Fear takes over, I close the curtain hoping for closure, wanting it all to spillover, but the curiosity stayed over me like a hangover. And there I was sneaking another peak I moved the curtain back over.
The streets lite up in the night, people are angry outright, they yell with flashlights and pounding fists. It makes me shift.
I want to wish it all away, all the hate, the fights in the night, I want to gather it all and hold it airtight, while I watch the hate spill out like if this event was its birthright, to finally be conquered and die.
Written by: M.C. Addington. Copyright 2026. All rights reserved.
M.C. Addington 