I Am Hatred Not A Patriot Poem by Nobert Mathumo

I am hatred not a patriot
The end of love
Disgrace and disgust
A bullet through a flying dove
The mould of the one you burry
i am the burden you then carry


I use you fool as my tool
Burn kings and queens
Bats and rats
Do not disrespect me
I have murdered Saddam and many
Just a push
On Bush
I was done
it was fun
I am hatred not a patriot

See I can't be an ordinary man
I am that smile on a rich man's face
a king without a clan
The tears of a poor man' race
I am your friend too
Say not that is true,
You call me a traitor
I am not your Creator

Say you like me not,
Shame on you
Is this not,
The same road we trod
You Fool, Let me tell you,
You are just a tool
Believe me not,

When Harare was built I was there
Ask me where!
I was that white inspector on a suit
Who got all the loot?
That black man with grime on the roof
Who got the boot?


I rub shoulders with Presidents and Prime ministers
Oh! I am a king myself
For I order what you do
i am your mistress too,
For no one knows me but you,
Say not that is true!

If the eye sees not it's self but its reflection
Know then!
I am your perception
The kiss of death
A kiss to death
Took you from your birth womb
I shall take you to your death tomb

I am this poem that never ends
The Voice that never descends
And they is no man I fear
That's why I am always near

Where the order of the day,
Is through the barrel of a gun
And when people see but have nothing to say
i take many lives for fun,
An eye for an eye shall turn the world blind
Google I and you will find
i will catch-up even when you try to run
So cast me like dust
And bury me with the past
I am hatred not a patriot.