BEREFT OF LOVE

There they are
across the way
turning hate into
a weapon because
they're afraid,

tiki torches and
batons, racist signs
in orange neon,

witnesses
in the death of nation,
an abomination passed
from generation
to generation,

wishing what was,
of sacrifice, and of
flesh and blood,
thereof,
bereft of love,

arcane in the third
from aryan words,
hoping for the old days
to return, to use the hate
they learned, and the
crosses burned
where
religion and skin color
are their only concern.