Hate

by alexrambler

“Hate” is a strong word
I don’t like to throw it around much
People though
Use it as if the word itself
Does not carry any value
“I hate my car”
“I hate my neighbor”
“I hate everything!”
It’s a privilege to use that word
In such a lightweight manner

And when we talk about “love”
People shy away from it
It takes a lot for them
To pronounce their love for another soul
To utter the words “I love you”
Seems like the hardest thing
Because you have to think it through
It takes two to tango
And if the other cat won’t dance
You’re left standing alone in the rain

I wonder why it’s easier for Humankind
The self-proclaimed intellectuals
Of this planet
To declare a hatred
More often than love for someone
And besides
If you’ve been there
When you really hate
The world is a dark room
With no windows

If you have been there
You know it’s not a matter of life
It’s a matter of death
To those that throw around the word “Hate”
Without realizing what it really means
Beware the existence
Of true hatred
The kind that’ll kill your family
Simply because the color of your skin
Or the divinity you bow down to

Me?
I try to keep away from those thoughts
The bad ones that occupy your mind
From time to time
And love is really all you need
I heard that on the radio
And it sounded good to me
But if there’s one thing
That I truly hate with every inch of my body
It’s fucking Mondays

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