Just Hatred - Poem by Ameed Taha
For hatred to unfold, your heart is cold.
Love and warmth let bleed, as for hatred it does feed.
Death O Death,
such perfect salvation,
to run from all creation.
hate your fate,
and let your dark mate.
for this life and its confusion,
is non but an illusion.
what hurts the most, just forsake and rake.
for it's the only salvation you could take.
non of the reality it is.
for it's just a frostbite.
feelings leaked into this word,
for it's a thought of this world,
that my hatred it consumed.
do not be fooled by what's not meant.
for reality is non but rent.
as happiness to sadness, it's bent.
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