Grapes pressed by hatred make bitter the wine
We’ll be known by the fruit that we ate
Our own self-destruction, it kills from within
Through gossip, revenge, and our hate
Human nature compels us to “even the score”
But nature’s infected with lies
Bitter the poison we swallow ourselves
All while hoping that someone else dies
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Very Halloween !!!! There are some truth in this poem as well
Nice job!