No More, No More Anti-Amor Poem by Peter Vector

I was...
Beaten, Bruised, Bloodied,
and Heart-Broken.
No more, no more anti-amor.
I have been...
Hurt, Hated, put to Hell,
and Heart-Broken.
So, no more, no more anti-amor.

I was taught to love by liars.
They showed me how to wield,
The heaviest sword.
One that kills silently,
Creating wounds that never heal.

We hear the music and listen to the people.
Then we dance the same old dance,
To the same old tune.

Where is the love in all this:
Death, Pain, Hunger, Disease, Madness, Evil?

So live only by this simple phrase I do:
No more, no more anti-amor...