Here's an old one of mine. I'll also work on a new one.
You, I hate
I'm sorry, but it is you I hate.
Not as I hated my father
with passion deep with each strike
he made on my bare ass.
Not as I hate the power men
who kill my people in the name of
some cruel god I do not know.
Not as I hate money that makes one man
beg and scratch un-helped by
the fat ones.
But you, I hate and I am sorry
for you are not worth
that much emotion
or even this poem.
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Just one person's opinion.
Davida Chazan
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