Impels, propels

Hatred both anonymous and vile
Circles round the internet  and spreads
To cruel acts ,to forums full of bile

Without our knowledge it may hurt a child
Making  nightmares active in  small heads
Hatred both anonymous and vile

Could I do this, could I feel  driven wild
Then fear to kill but choose to hate instead
With evil acts , with comments full of bile?

What drives such rage,  makes any conscience yield?
Tormented so the mind is nearly dead
So spurts  out hatred in each sentence vile

Envy, malice, blackness, all can reel
What  monstrous film is playing in the head?
The  screen   enables evil, acid, real

Like Sodom and Gomorrah  were by God
We will be  cut down by our own words
Hatred,  perhaps disowned, is  here, is vile
Impels, propels the writing and its bile