QUO VADIS….

the narrow direction dear Ma’ma prayed for you, as she kneeled each sunrise before Saint Joseph….

or the direct route of our family tragic war boots….

or the steady dependence upon anyone or everyone….

or the avenue of all that shines and glitters….

or the unusual pathway of your vivid daydreams….

HATE….HATE….HATE….HATE

HATE….it is a volatile fuel that indeed can surge as high as the gentle blue sky

HATE….a foul emotion which can destroy the innocent

HATE….the discrimination language of abomination

HATE….it is an ideology based on the matter of pre-judgement

HATE….it is a learned behavior….it must be taught by someone or something….as we are all born into the world naturally with love beating through our tender hearts

HATE….cries in pain….moans through fear….and loosely engages vile

collectively,