Hate and Love

I don't hate-I feel heartache. Maybe I'm no good lover too!!! The canon raised to the sky and the fire balls thrown into a blue- to create the red - kind of new A single gulp! How is it enough? To drink humanity along with the pulp. Maybe that's why I can set no examples since, no damages I can make co-lateral . No ancient Russia I come from, to hate him for being a German. I am no-one so lost nowhere- may be in the expanse immeasurable or may be in its loftiness, set parallel. I have no desire to create slaughter houses no toast to raise to bite their voices. Why should I roar and be king of the jungle? when I can be a flower and kiss every other, mouth that whispers 'brother! oh brother!"