Hate
Hate
is like a dormant volcano that’s eager to erupt,
like a coconut that’s destined to drop
on your head
when you least expect it.
Do not agitate,
if you can’t estimate
the point of disruption
and the beginning of the end of tranquility.
Hate
is like a bomb
with a long fuse
that will send harmony
to its tomb
with a seismic symphony.
Copyright © Ryan Sms | Year Posted 2018
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