My Environment is my only homely home
That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as a fish in untouched natural free waters,
Births singing and ringing like universal timekeepers in all matters.
This wonderful Environment is the handwork of our ever-caring Father
And when it is well looked after, it could be next to our Father.
My health and my wealth all come from this cherished home.
How I wish foolish humans do not tarnish the harmony of this dear home!
I hate to see toxic smoke from industries go up carelessly and invited to Ozone
Because when Ozone shall have died, Sun will cease to be our friend.
I hate to see fishermen throw away a young fish
Just as I hate to see my neighbour dumping refuse into running waters.
A disorderly forester cannot be a friendly friend to me.
And why not he or she who farms into a river valley, bed and source?
I am sick when farmers burn bushes and
I cannot marry she who cooks just any kind of meat and kills the viper.
Pollution and anything harmful should not be in my Environment, our Environment,
Because I too will be harmful to those who tolerate such things
For I hate to live a brief life.
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
Copyright © Nsah Mala | Year Posted 2013
Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak
And heave the ironic heroine
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head
Is now the narcissist on narcotics
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality.
Copyright © Gabrielle Wolcott | Year Posted 2011
Save your energy...
I've found my center a place to sit amongst the absent.
My mother-my best thought; says she made this all just for us.
Love your enemy...
My father killed my dog-my best friend, lost.
My father killed him then disinfected both hands in our kitchen sink.
A place to sit-to insist the other exists.
Consistently I forget my missing leg; perhaps with the proper measurements
I could fashion myself an adequate replacement...
Save your energy...
My mothe stood by-my father knows whats best for me.
He says he made it all up for us-that'd we'd better make it up to Him.
Love your enemy...
My mommy is secretly my most cherished memory.
I've found my center.
I dismiss those cornering me, gladly
burning down my home in the name of the one re-assuring me.
Save your energy...
I hate myself and everyone else.
I love speaking about myself; yes, I'm even a master at slaving myself. I service the help-first I self service myself heaping portions of self help. I hate myself and anybody else discussing my health. Accomplishments? Laundry lists!
Copyright © Jonathan Michael Conlon | Year Posted 2012
Is it a mad mind’s endeavor I paint each night
boarding this dimensional flight to no where
as I stare… frenzied over the edge of what is
I am dizzy, rolled out red,
bled over the watershed of life.
Strife strikes its blunted blade
across a tirade of prodigal preaching the damned,
hauled out and slammed down filthy pits
this race…disgraced by hate.
Love suffocated…unable to breathe
as darkness weaves her way around me
Ravaged hearts rusted gold to black,
a shack of unshakable poverty roams
through broken homes of bloodied glass walls
and darkness falls.
This race disgraced by hate
as though fate had set it free we stand by silently,
our eyes closed to humanity we claw our way,
drag our souls over rows of nails
a failed nation on the rails of ruin.
Inside I die a little…
like a withering tree, brittle and bitter,
twisted up in a time of torched minds
and scorched moulds brought up without hope
as though a rope strangled around my swollen throat
Mangled clouds of torrid smoke hand high
as hate shapes this age with rings of gore
the voices of angels fall and soil these ashes.
Dusk to dawn my spirit lashes out in longing,
lacerated and hated belonging to light
I will fight for peace…
As this race lives disgraced by hate.
Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2010
for this girl of 6,
so lost and unfree,
her father abandon her,
"where are you daddy?"
scared to the flesh ,
she searches her home,
looks at the id,
no one called on the phone,
as she finally stops,
she gives into herself,
she knows hes gone,
nd left her in hell,
the tears fall down,
as she covers her eyes,
her face gets redder,
as she crys and crys,
"mommy is dead"
"lying on the floor"
"its all your fault daddy"
"i love you no more"
as she quietly shivers,
she remembers the past,
her mom was at home,
he shot her ass,
"whyd you do it daddy"
"whyd you shoot mommy"
"how could you do it",
"when you loved her softly"
so she went on her life
and remembered as she grew up,
"i hate you daddy"
"i hate your guts".
Copyright © Bunny Olivarez | Year Posted 2006
Hate is a powerful thing
How about we let loose
Hang up our hats
Help out those we hate
Help them with their needs
How about we let time take its course
Hate is one thing no one should feel
Hate : Hate
Copyright © John Rivera | Year Posted 2016
Humans feed on hate and quench their thirst on pride
It is a monster we all carry around, it consumes us and eats us up inside
Violence is passed down in families like a tradition
We try to blame the younger generation, saying they don't want to listen
We are becoming a more materialistic society with each moment passing in the
We've created the monster in the next generation in a way
Blacks hat whites, whites hate blacks
It's not too late to change all that
Our country having problems begins at our borders
Illegals being higher, than the legit Americans in our country's pecking order
U.S. taxpayers foot the bill on their health care
Send these illegals back where they belong, they came from somewhere
They don't speak English as they should be required to learn
We conform to them, that is a concern
All I'm asking is to become a legit taxpayer, or get out of my country
Illegals don't pay taxes, then why should we
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008