Knobble Knee

Never speaks of peace and never speak of love

There was once a monster named Knobble Knee;

The meanest little monster there ever could be.

What made him so bad, what made him so mean;

Is the fact that all hate him though he is never seen.

He is always in people that love to hate;

Bring on division and means business as of late.

Never speaks of peace and never speak of love;

Only speaks of hate with a steel blooded glove.

The glove he wears is like the words of man;

He uses it to beat you down like only he can.

You can never see this monster with the natural eye;

But he is always there, to tell all a lie.

And all don't believe this monster should go away;

Cause within their heart this monster shall stay.

The only time this monster will leave you alone;

Is when you are old, and crippled, and your life half gone.

And if life has not taught this one lesson to you;

It is to learn that this monster has hate for you too.