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Ours seems an increasingly hateful age
We like hating each other, together!
There is something erotic about rage
This nonsense has been around forever
Despite that, it might not be clear to all
That all hate is really hatred of self:
Hating in you what’s in me takes real gall
Can’t all of your defects live in myself?
We’re all homo sapiens, after all
More or less hirsute, ingenious apes
That you are also: it’s a funhouse hall
Of one strange prison, we’re all the inmates
All hate pours through a looking glass dark
On the hater--the irony is stark
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Oooo, hirsute, that's a new word for me! Also, yes, we're all inmates in this prison! Loved your poem!
So much of this echoes my own sentiments about the world. We have more in common with "others" but still we focus on what is different. Makes me angry.
So well put & true! ‘All hate pours through a looking glass dark On the hater--the irony is stark’