Call It Hatred Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

We talking about cupidity,
that civialy ends to mortality,
deadly demonised within human soul,
sadly diametrical amongst human spirits

he the deases intended to kill,
he an element implied to destroy,
he is what he is, because he is,
runs with speed and never exhausts,

i feel its sceptability within,
a sensational perception of feeling,
were a mans meat, turns to the poison,
i call it hate,

living in a different world of modality,
were pain he harm and dominate solidarity,
though no hate is formed of solitary,
he which ends the world.
call it hatred?