Hate in those eyes

There is hate in those eyes

Under heavens disguise

Everything a façade

Gentle words of a slave merchant

Subduing false hope

Tying the tongue down

Remember the struggle

The process of life

On a leash for his girl

Firm and immovable

Tethered to a millstone

Grinding the chaff

There is hate in those eyes

Between the smiles

And the words

There is clear motive

Wariness unbridled

Something false in the knot

Strength resides in her control

Trashing in a boiling cauldron

Watching his demise without fear

Contrast subdued in silent steps

Passing him to the wilderness

To wild people lost in their fear