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This Home of Horrible Hate

THIS HOME OF HORRIBLE HATE Voices of doom fanned by ugly hate Our doom Echo in shattered boom Voices of penury and avoidable hate Clutched vehemently in tall viral gloom Amidst squabbles of unequal and mates Like the cash in the domain of true boom Spread in the faces of embattled States Lurking our boom and sailing our doom This Nasty home of avoidable hate The Gulf your main host of doom Alike tortured the almighty States The West and terror marry in doom Black species endangered in hate Asia lay in hot wait of avoidable doom Tangled and ruffled this ugly world hate Wearing a face of very twisted boom This Nasty home of acute doom-filled hate Smashing our treasure tearing our boom Lives lay waste in the grip of cruel haste Properties shed tears in nasty gloom Growth’s menu of nasty tasteless taste All in penury in acute clutches of doom Our future a waste in random haste This world of tales and gloomy boom Fair play and justice banes of this hate Equity and dialogue the apostles of boom Selfless service the banes of this hate Eviction of rancor the apostles of boom Equality and unity the banes of this hate Morality and sober the apostles of boom Round page round hole bane of this hate Sacredness of life an apostle of boom This Nasty home of acute doom-filled hate Free your hands off our enviable room Or we set you ablaze the fans of hate To set your cruelty a shameful gloom No more wars and embers of this hate That our gloom in doom may turn a boom We in this home are weary of this hate Save our souls and return us to our boom

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/13/2017 2:30:00 AM
Thanks a lot Darren and Adeyela!
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Date: 10/12/2017 2:12:00 PM
Nice one bro...
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Date: 10/6/2017 12:59:00 AM
We all want hate, war and any other nastiness to stop. Great poem. Welcome to PoetrySoup
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