Hate Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Hate feels my heart,
It tells me the world deserves my vengeance.
Slowly I saw my self drinking from that deadly cup, my wrath Slowly I saw my self drinking from that deadly cup, my wrath.
I my had so fierce like that hungry lion I my had so force like that hungry lion.
All I needed to do was to attack like a wounded buffalo All I needed to do was to attack like a wounded buffalo.
My life was characterized my the scars of a good person.

That moment my anger was exploding,
It was quenched like the fire. Brigade quenching a fire It was quenched like the fire. Brigade quenching a fire.
Love lifted me when I was sinking in wrath, Love lifted me when I was sinking in