Haterade (Poem)

People often wonder What life is really worth Even more they complain About all on God’s Green Earth They hate and they hate And never stop to wonder Why? Why do stumble? Why do we cry? Why do we ask, with no reply? Questions go unanswered Dreams die off with time Morals tend to fade away Society gives way to crime So I present a new crusade A riddle to be heard and often replayed Just a reminder… TO STOP DRINKING THAT HATERADE… H is for the Hatred that saturates your soul A is for the Arsenol that destroys like firey coal T is for the Trouble that lurks behind every door E is for the Eternal Suffering that escalates forever more R is for the Righteousness that claims to be, but is never found A is for the Asinine that seems to be forever bound D is for the Dumbfound Bliss that, in the end, does not exist