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My whole life I knew a man who hates everything.
Who had a distaste about anything, 
Even the do-nothings and do-somethings said to anyone, 
Because he hates everyone, 
So this tale of hate has already begun.

I know, that the man’s probably old,
Because he’s about to blow cause you’re driving too slow,
He’s wearing white tee; and I foresee me brake checking thee.
For the man who hates everything is a old geezer, 
Who probably got boiled chicken in his freezer, 
smoking daily a weezer.

I met another man, he was a g-man, 
He wore a suit from Iran, and a sign 
that said “help a pleading veteran if you can,”
With a camo design, but i ain’t blind, this man got no spine, 
He had no medals, but used  metal, when i questioned he backpedaled, 
For he, a man who hates is selfish, just devilish,
Until they achieve their wish, he won’t perish.

I was stopped the other day, by a blue jacket cop,
I didn’t see him he tiptoed, especially he hated my lingo, 
When twelve stubbed his big toe, he pulled out his pistol.
Trying to send me to Santo Domingo. 
I pondered: Was it the color of my skin, can hate run so thin,
But of course, A man who hates and enforce, 
are the same men who make up your police force.

I watched the news, and I knew it was true. 
He wore an orange jumpsuit. I bet a substitute
To his gang cloths, in streets where pain grows,
By troubled boys, who think guns are toys, and decide to destroy. 
Then they get incarcerated and take supplements to make them feel more hated.
For he, a man who hates, is a product of shared fates, 
Of men who rather act like primates than teammates, give us an update. 

The last man I met who hate, are the men we elected, 
who made america so disconnected,
We ejected the mexican, 
Neglected the african, 
Disrespected the woman, 
Obtaining an imperfected American.

An American who hates, maybe change is to late 
The man who hates outnumbers us 10-9-maybe 8.
Because the man who hates is here, there, and everywhere.
The men who hate can be anyone, and everyone. 

It’s sad to say, that it’s true to see 
That the men who hate, are you and me.
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