Hate Is A Sickness Poem by Maya Trowborst
Hate Is A Sickness
Hate, it's like a disease.
An infection not many bother to cure.
A hunger no food can ease.
A sickness none want to cure.
It is often left to fester,
Like an old wound.
As it mocks peace like a jester.
For hate is an old, infected wound.
Hate is like an incurable flu,
It spreads and spreads,
But no one knows how to stop it, what to do?
And so it continues to spread
For hate is a sickness
What a sound analysis! Truly hate is a sickness that needs curing. Question is, how many really want to cure it? Hate is a phenomenal problem that conceives inside a self, with reasons of course. All that one has t do is to critically view it by oneself and try to rid of those reasons one by one. What ever, You as a poet have viewed hate quite touching way. Thanks for sharing.
What a sound analysis! Truly hate is a sickness that needs curing. Question is, how many really want to cure it? Hate is a phenomenon that conceives inside a self, with reasons of course. All that one has t do is to critically view it by oneself and try to rid of those reasons one by one. What ever, You as a poet have viewed hate quite touching way. Thanks for sharing.
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4/24/2024 1:51:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hate is indeed a sickness...a very beautiful poem. Liked it