
Hate, the finger that pulls my strings
and like a puppet, I dance to its tunes
It is a trigger that sets off the booms
just like the scenes from looney toons
ensuring a path to hells dooms
It is a long-lasting threat, a cost to never forget
Yet, I fail to deviate from such ways
the cowardly stains ridicule my efforts
Locked up in chains, left to perish in hunger and thirst
hunger for redemption, thirst for new ways
Hate is the Enemy, hate brings me Pain
*
Listen to the voices
Do you hear the whispers of those who gossip
They speak ill of you,
spreading lies that aren't true
Anger and jealousy flow through their bloodstream
making it impossible to gel or see loves' beam
Their colors run deep,
smearing every dream that once lived
Hate is the Enemy, hate I decree, toxic
*
Their eyes, the resemblance of the stop sign
They despise your very essence and what you stand by
Grumbling in the dark, praying for your demise
they disguise their very dim and ice-filled hearts.
they profess their love, luring you with a kind eye
and without fault, you plummet to a blind eye
Encroached to the sidelines,
Reproached by the bright lights
your convictions are quickly met by an unpleasant end
Hate is your Enemy, hate has No Friend
*
Standing under the blue skies
torn to bits by the brutal stare
A stare so piercing, it bores a hole through our very soul
We've stirred the boat so often,
we sunk the peace that makes us whole
The hate is mutual, and the future unforetold
This is a cycle of man, the advocate of war.
that which makes us act as demons
the evil that creeps and crawls
Hate is our Enemy, hate Separates us all
*
We spend more time fighting than fixing our wrongs
we fail to recognize that which is important,
and that which is not
our focus corrupted and intentions distort
Lost and in need of guidance,
we surrender to the mercy of a higher power,
to save us from ourselves and the spirit of vengeance
for hate is a hovering tragedy awaiting entrance
to implode violently and set our souls unbalanced
to weaken our sanity and the core of our humanity
Hate is the Enemy, hate has no integrity
Hate Has No love.
About the Creator
Juo Nwafor-Orizu
I find myself drifting into words, I can't help it and I don't mind it. It's almost as if reality is the invader and my imagination a pure bliss of theraputic nostalgia. I hope your experience reading them are enjoyable.



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