A hateful dance, a twisted reel,
Where judgment's call is sharp as steel.
'You people' stare, with eyes so cold,
A chilling tale, a story told
Of hateful thoughts, a whispered blight,
And hateful words, both dark and tight.
Judging looks, a silent scorn,
'Do you think you are my god, born
To judge me, tear me limb from limb?
Are you any better, within?'
Gossip's breath, a serpent's hiss,
Behind my back, a cruel abyss,
To tell me I am not enough,
A poisoned dart, a bitter bluff.
Should you be allowed to cast your stones,
Upon a soul that's flesh and bones?
To tear me down, to make me bleed,
When your own flaws you fail to heed?
No, let the dance of hate subside,
Let empathy become your guide.
For in the end, we're all the same,
Beneath the mask, we all whisper his name.
We all deserve a gentle hand,
A chance to rise, to understand.
So let the stones remain uncast,
And let compassion be our own.
Vulture
Accusations take wing, like Vultures carcass cleans.
The guilty are ashamed, not satisfied with screams.
Enjoy the life you bought, with every hateful word.
Forgiveness is a choice, not something one deserves.
(Alternate ending:
Forgiveness is too low, for dead- flesh eating birds.
Which would you choose first or second ending?)
I hate people who don’t put up a fight,
I hate people who don’t express their feelings with all their might,
I hate people who have nothing to say,
I hate people who act like they have no emotions anyway.
Don’t put on that face
All love and kiss laced
Knowing your heart
And anger, misplaced
Don’t talk down to me
So secretively
While charming the rest
Yet making me bleed
A Christian, you are
A warm, shiny star
Your words are for me
While THEY give you scars
You give me no choice
I have, not, a voice
I must rot in shame
And bow to your noise
You moan and complain
A relentless, cold rain
It bothers you not
You drive me insane
Then grin at the sight
Of someone who might
Not know who you are
And believe you, polite
You then, bow and pray
As if, your last day
Must be convincing
Or followers, stray
I say you’re a fake
I know what’s at stake
You’re only for show
Please give me a break
Hate, hateful hate, how doth thy poison spread
A venomous fang within the human heart
That doth darken all thoughts of light instead
And tears friends and lovers far apart.
Thou art a curse, a bane upon our race
A devilish spawn that doth thrive on spite
Thou bringeth sorrow to our mortal place
And turneth hearts from warmth to bitter might.
When hate doth rear its head, all love doth flee
And reason's voice doth falter and grow weak
Our eyes are blinded, and we cannot see
The havoc wrought, the peace that we bespeak.
So let us shun this foe, this deadly lure,
And seeketh love, that doth make our hearts pure.
Steady rustling of stacked-high newspapers,
On the vendors stand US skyscrapers;
A long face further parting with brightness:
The type that treated not things with lightness
It’s a man heading for a child’s mistake;
From last medical check-up much at stake!
Started it had with a rumored broadcast,
Which listening through made Chapman downcast.
Now, he’s at Lukman’s vendor stand for more
Of a hitting news that few minds could store:
“All banks shan’t be working for two weeks,
Their once-cheerful customers goddamned freaks!”
Yes, some bank manager did cook alive,
For home they’d sought to cashless point drive.
Chapman looked like he would die in a week,
Who had seemed throughout January sleek!
All the men in the upper deck
Are after my fragile neck;
For every step of mine, the longest check;
Looking for plans of mine to wreck…
God! Did I their wives’ cheeks peck?
These guys could my body toss into a beck!
Now, on my defensive right hand
Is assaulting gravelly sand
I had sourced from a sympathizing land,
Bearing though A keep Off!” Red Band;
The sand its way shall find into eyes;
While I coolly assemble excusable lies…
What I’m fighting: Antagonisms
From ten hateful organisms.
Age's bloodiest showdown looms,
Or such it seems by its lurid form;
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm.
Now Armageddon's most savage sword
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes,
Though target's dexterous fightback
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes.
Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare
Under high heaven's beneficences;
Watching on with an eye dimly fair,
Umpiring blows with arcane mien.
And though its yet baffling to tell
What dismal odds in virtue's favor stand,
Eons of war-waging jurisprudence repel
Smiling wins for Gaol's tempestuous fates.
They abuse us in
many forms with intent
to strip us of dignity then
snatch away our lives
They return with red and
blue apologies they
watered with white lies
Cohorting us into accepting them
as the prickly thorns once
again draws blood
We sit and expect them to change
They never do
The mistreatment never ceases
No accountability taken
for any wrongdoing
Once we face the fact
America is the biggest narcissist
we'll stop waiting quietly for change
and fight back to ferociously take it
Sink our teeth in their jugulars
and repossess the power
taken from our ancestors
by their narcissistic forefathers
--LaLa DeVille
©6-6-2020
Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
Faithful or hateful
Faithful or hateful, the choice is yours.
I can only ever be grateful for your company ‘The one I adore’.
You’re so funny; you make me laugh like no other does.
I guess you love me. Is this what you call love?
I am still asking the questions, never getting satisfaction.
Still searching for clarification, so here I am asking.
Are you faithful or hateful? The choice is always yours.
You are still ‘The one which I adore’.
You showed me your light
And I was blinded by such a beautiful sight.
Your beauty thrills me;
You make my heart skip a beat.
You make me rise, to my feet,
Just to kneel down before you unworthy.
If only you could, I would ask you to love me.
I don’t know if you’re faithful or hateful.
All I know in my heart is that I will always be grateful,
For once you loved me and I too loved you
And between us two, we had something unnamed
And it could never be tamed,
Because once we were real…
Now we are only in old flames.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It doesn't take much to find
You can leave troubles behind
If you look at what you've got
Don't complain of things you want
Remember there are others who
Have hard times making it through
Each day because they do not
Have the ability to start
Fixing their lives, it is wrong
They try to be really strong
Not complaining knowing they
Have to face each new day
With pain and sorrow, there's no choice
They don't yell or raise their voice
Even when they see those who
Don't suffer, having no clue
They're as lucky as can be
Living happy and care free
No disease to make them stay
Very ill from day to day
A warm roof above their head
Snuggled in a cozy bed
Not outside in a cold night
Suffering severe frost bite
Food is there at every meal
While others have to beg and steal
Hugs and kisses they don't know
Family isn't there to show
Runaways they are not worthless
Open your eyes for the goodness
Life is handing you and be
Grateful, not rude and greedy
Think of those who go without
You will see what life's about
Despicable
A descriptive word—
That’s always hitting its mark!
Attacks and hurts us . . .
Hateful, wicked, and cruel . . .
Degrades the human spirit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017 (Tanka)
I don’t like what they say
They won’t see it our way
They rave and squawk
Proceed to talk
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
They do not go along
With History’s true song
They shout and bray
Cling to their faith
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
I never can explain
Why they think they’re John Wayne
They all own guns
Often more than one
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
They’re ideas are quite beserk
They fetishize hard word
They’d force the poor
To hard labour
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
They think that money spent
Poorly by government
Should be their own
And spent at home
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
So we’ll march in the streets
Punch them when we meet
We’ll put the fist
To those fascists
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
Don’t look at me like that
Don’t talk behind my back
You know I ride
One with the tribe
You cannot think I’m hateful
Think of what we’ve endured
Who are you to say ‘impure’
No one can sate
All those dictates
You know that I’m not hateful
You must resist the urge
Don’t put me in the purge
I heard the call
Marched with you all
I swear that I’m not hateful!
Bang.
How come we have become hard hearted
After being wronged by the action of other
Treating others in the same way as ourself
Even when we feel bad by our own actions
Feeling remorse that we can stoop so low
Until we learn to change our own actions
Love will never overcome hateful actions
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