If I let this thought go
Death will materialize
Because the energy burns that low
That it's concentration
Could solidize
And to let a wicked go
Is unhealthy and unwise
And in it's thought
It would hurt another so
I shall keep this sip of acid
And neutralize that flow
Hate has the power to solidify a feel
And with a mother's eye I could do it to make it real
That someone else could hurt my child
And then get off upon the feel
For the known of the softest heart
An the hate that it took to impart
To crush it under their heal
And to materialize this thought
Would just allow hurt for another child to feel
Just another Innocent's cost
Of the wicked adults can wheel