Cave Monsters
a Poem By Raquel Swann
There were days
when hating was
unfashionable
deplorable
despicable.
The monsters were
pushed back
to thier caves
to loathe in
secret.
As dark clouds
approached over
the horizon
a storm engulfed
with rage and hate
fell upon us again.
In those caves
they planned
they waited
they voted.
