Sun Poem by Daniel Rimero
Sun
Don't let the sun in.
Stay in the shadows.
Brood there your rage.
Feel how it simmers.
After a protracted time,
Taste this ideal broth:
It must burn your tongue,
Set your throat on fire,
Explode into your stomach,
Make you stand up,
Jump into the street
And stab or shoot anyone who comes across.
Thus you will pass on the hate virus.
Congratulations for your decision!
(June,29th 2013)
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