When hate takes over
The eyes are covered; the explanation is curved

Minding only the gauge of his own temperature

Doesn’t care about who will be hurt thereafter.

Given the privilege to decide

When and whom to speak with, he appears to be too proud

One will be horrified once he freaks out

Strict confrontations will be anticipated to be so loud.

The weak will only weep in his sleep

Will dream of something good might be in store by the next morning

They see him dance to every music the bad DJ is playing

And to every beat, he finds himself moving... following...

Nothing can be compared to one who is self-centered

Oh please don’t plant seed of arrogance

You can’t harvest the grains of happiness in abundance

And as realization gets into the heart only comes the sweet air of fragrance.