The hate between us

Wrapping ourselves up
in a blanket of cold clichés
Picking up rocks of red
and throwing them at passers by,
while the nettles of our words sting
and leave rashes of hate on their skin.

Our differences divide
There is no unity
but only the objective to survive
at any cost.

‘Peace’ is only a word
which, for many,
has no meaning.

The hate between us
is the fire that keeps us warm.

© The Drummer Poet
Written: 04/05/2012

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