Disease Of Hate Poem by Cory Calder

Show me love,

Don’t give me hate.

You push and shove,

Giving me a lonely fate.

You give me torture,

All of the time.

My pain you savour,

It feels like a crime.

Your attitude does spread,

Like a disease.

Infecting your head,

Doing whatever you please.

Please quit,

Your sick addiction.

Don’t have a fit,

Or give me affliction.

There is no fee,

To stop the hate.

Just set me free,

From this lonely fate.