Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Free verse

I Hate the Facts

I hate when he's always away
I hate that he's not home to stay
The slamming  of prison gates
I hate all those fates.
I hate the news reports of omenuos times

And the fear they bring
The approach of another day
The flight of the sun and the moon
Preachers say don't loose faith
A day Born to soon 

I hate drastic ruin
I loath a dimly lit room 
Why is reality here at all
Just to punish the vulnerable
And even the small

How do nations rise and fall?
I hate these numerous FACTS
The fate that hates humanity back
I hate the innocent suicides
And the years that swell my eyes

I hate the torment of wretched souls
Give them room to breathe
Share out what they need
Release the ones who will be forever free
I hate the danger  of a loaded gun

Freedom has a soul 
Let it be done 
Whose names are written on the
Weeping wall of prayer?
I wish he where here 

I hate the feeling of alone

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