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.
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