A Picture Worth a Single Word

Not a thousand words it spoke; In fact it spoke but one; A word that somehow troubled me For it could surely stun The viewers of this frame: Hate. A word that we all know; A word that only sickens me For damage it does sow. You boldly called it artwork; A fairly heavy claim For persons of such little truth Who only wish to blame Others for their shortcomings; You put us in the wrong; You propagate your growing hate And string the world along. How dare you call this artwork! How dare you claim a right To hang this up with other works That do not hurt or slight Men and women just like you. For don’t we hurt? Or bleed? Do we not feel the very same Essential human need For love? To simply belong? We are art. This is hate. And of this matter I shall not Accept your ill debate.