Hate

As the morning was broken
By the thundering bell
We wondered if he
Was from heaven or hell

Should we despise
Should we hate
Should we let destiny
Take control of our fate

The man walked
Down his lane
The people glared
Thinking he was insane

They took out there weapons
Bats and all
Ran to the man
Surely, it was a brawl

The man stood firm
Angels by his side
They took him away
For a beautiful ride