Riddle XV

Treading raindrops,

      Threatening as torrents of water as hatred inspires the greatest fear in anyone, Despite the fading taste of hope in everyone, There is no shape of water that mends like a hug endured through the flood of abuse invisible and inaudibly enigma code dowsing our world with a crime called hate!

In lieu of participating in,
The neglect of positive affection,
Prolonged during this journey,
Upon other people's lives,
Without desiring praise,
As if our names won,
A prize to uphold,
In pathetic psalm!