For Those Whom I Hate Most... Poem by Usman Hanif

For those whom i hate with utmost
desire to give them a slow death
their wincing and agonizing cries,
will be heard around the dark forests
as elegies to the dark lords...
and they would lament at their fate...

For those whom i hate most
brew up your last soup
'cause you'd be the bones in it
the bats will drink the soup
and die of prickling pain in spine
the pain of the damped screams
shouting their death upon their faces;
whining their fate on their faces!

For those whose death I'd be the host
I'd hold the lantern and mash up
your remnants into the wet soil
granting you the grave, you hate most...

For those who play with the rose
I'd mince the offspring of hatred
which you call love!
be my friend and get hated
or feel the fury I saved for you...

22-05-2009