Hatred Poem by Olga Statilko
Hatred
In this world,
which is nothing but cold,
I was bound to be born
and live;
I was bound to be hated,
fated,
because of actions I never did,
words I never spoke.
That's how I broke.
For, hatred, creates hatred,
and pain leads to pain,
while the sanity slips away
and everything's in vain;
minds lose their colour,
hearts cruelly brake,
people are shattered,
not to ever become great
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