Have You Been To The Palace? Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

Dear friend
Have you been to the palace?
At the top of mount peace

I have
It is dreary cold
The piercing wind
cuts through your skin

And there is hatred there
So cold
That it would freeze your burning soul

I have seen it
Perfected over time
Murderously evil
Seeking terror
Feeding on horror

Cruelty so fearful
Makes hatred so dreadful

Words find no reason
From the hate
That grows there through time

And through it all my friend

Grows a rose
So dead
That the devil himself shivers
In it's cold embrace

Hate! Hate!
Cries out dead souls
We worship you
In this blistering cold

There on mount peace
We built monuments of war
And buried our heroes
In mausoleums of gold

There on mount peace
Where hatred rules
All through the years!