Hate brings out the worse in us
its roots strangle others a birth.
Like they say, truth is stranger than fiction.
Look-there's-another wilting flower
-once gilded gold turning grey icy cold.
We're all pond skaters wanting to fly,
wanting to be birds angels of the sky
to be angelic - wanting to be free
but we're more-earthly,
than we ever wanted to be.
So all we do is adjudicate and reflect.
Treat everyone as circumspect?
Place their wings under a microscope.
Openly deflect, say their
-zodiac sign is an incompatible horoscope.
Or else we lie and believe we can fly,
only to have our wings-pulled-off
or falsify - we ever had a loving feeling.
… quaff we were never hung-over
that-somehow we're more truthful nobler.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hate brings out the worse. We should always spread love and peace. Truthful nobler is always adored. An interesting poem is very beautifully penned with brightness of perception. This is an excellent poem..10
Much appreciated my dear friend, thank you.