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HATE

A Love lost

By Juo Nwafor-OrizuPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 2 min read

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.

surreal poetry

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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