Love Poem & Hate Poem

Love Poem

Hating is easier than loving

Every asshole can hate

But most people can’t love. What they think of as loving is just an extension of their selves.

Hatred, unlike love, comes effortlessly, even to me.

And this is largely because many things and many people can be hated with all the bitterness one can possibly summon – and bitterness is an obedient slave, eternally ready for your call.

But few things and fewer people can actually be loved, and love is a difficult worship.

In short,

Hatred is an easy state of mind

Whereas it takes guts to love.

And not many can accept pain as natural.

But I can love and I have loved and I will love and I am proud of it.

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Hate Poem

Consensus with lions is easy as it comes from within

But that with foxes shows incapacity to think or stand for the self

The sad thing is that the ones you see screaming themselves hoarse

for consensus – are foxes with ill-developed guts.

Mostly, they have had it all easy throughout

And mostly, they know dick about the individual.

They are good at harming, at loving their egos , at hating others’ egos

And at whining about how they have been deprived

They can’t create or recreate or understand

But they can procreate foxes – a million foxes to scream with them

They can’t listen, but they can say

To them what they say are the canons and commandments.

To them,

Art is craft

Alternatives don’t exist

Life is pimping for procurement of fattening things

Fools are those who rush in where angels fear to tread and trade

The world is the way they see it

power is something to be afraid of

fear is something to worship,( though in secret)

statues are things to emulate

compromises are deities

restraint is necessary

poetry is a clichéd adjective

and big is finite.

They are everywhere, and they are the diseased ones

And the disease is spreading fast –

Because the germ that causes this can mutate faster than the mind

And can adapt to every climate and in every atmosphere.

These foxes will try all sorts of tricks to get you on their side

and they know many.

They will want you to bark, yip, yelp and screech with them –

In total union and perfect harmony –

And if you refuse, you’re up for the guns and canons and sticks and other things they are proud of possessing.

Their system works on fear for punishment which they think is good and required

They can’t roar. They’ll never roar. And their children will never learn to roar but will be happy that they have not learnt that, because roaring, as these children will be taught, is bad.

These children will grow up to be foxes like them

I feel sorry for these children

Beware of the foxes, if you are not one already.

And as for the lions, most of them are dead

And the rest have gone away.

There are no lions today.

Those of us who are not foxes yet are just that – not foxes yet.

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