In shadows deep, where darkness lies,
Hate festers, and slowly it cries.
Silent whispers fill the night,
A poison masked from human sight.
Its roots dig deep, unseen, unknown,
It claims the heart, turns it to stone.
Once vibrant, now a ghostly hue,
Loveâs colors fade, replaced by blue.
It builds a wall, both thick and tall,
Dividing souls, making them fall.
Hopeâs light dims, a flickering flame,
As hate spreads wide, playing its game.
Yet in the dawn of breaking day,
A chance to chase the dark away.
For love can heal, and light can guide,
To break the chains, and turn the tide.