Sitting Silent

It is a few hours before the glowing light,
And the stars from the sky shining in the blackened night,
I think of you, so sad in your hatred vent not blessed,
Sitting silent, words of hate that only you could have caressed.
They hover on your screen each night, morning and day,
Spewing forth the hate that never goes away,
The hate they represent carries you into their world,
Away from the real, the truth, that daily comes unfurled,
The world you live, so ugly, so hateful, is it really you?
The insults, the lies you spew, all are ugly too,
Yet the very lib’ral thoughts you love so much,
Most decent people would never dare touch,
You show your true thoughts, every time you send your trash,
The lib’rals you so admire would do anything for cash,
The cash that they receive comes directly from below
While you continue in your rants how much you hate your foe,
If the cash comes from below who is this you so oppose
Could it be the one, who around his head it glows!