Hidden

It's hidden

what must it be

they don't want me to see

beneath those sheets of bigotry

Eyes that hold flames of hatred

faces twisted in bitterness

hearts that thrive on darkness

why do they worry concerning their faces being seen

if what they do they believe to be right and pure

why are they not proud enough to be known

As a child

there were things my parents said

NO!

you cannot do that

so I did “that”

whatever it was that was forbidden

became the target of my curiosity

the most powerful motivators a young one could have

is to forbid something from them

As a child I hid those things

(just as my children did and and all will)

that I did not want my parents to know about

concerning whatever it was I was up to

that I knew they wouldn't approve of

They were forbidden

thus hidden

Today we hide

words of belligerence and of a demeaning nature

flags that inspire the hatred of the past

faces of the bigotry of the so called better than thou crowd

and the truth

of what they do to harm our world

Hidden to deny they exist

These things forbidden

grow in power

taunting us to be part of them

causing more hatred to grow

directed at individuals

who have never caused us any harm

To hide that which is evil

will only cause the evil to grow