I don’t know you,
But, I hate you!
I hate you, your mother, your father, your neighbor.
I wish you gone but you refuse to do the world that favor.
I hate your hands, and I hate the poorness of your lands.
I hate the look in your children’s eyes I see on my lap.
I hate your voice in songs and prayers oozing out like sticky sap.
I hate the way your belly swells.
I hate the sound your bare feet drag like clunky bells .
I hate the way you sit there with your stupid sign.
If only you’d work as hard as I work for mine.
I hate your language I hate your God.
I hate their cries when I beat you dead with rods.
I hate your lover I can’t stand you kiss.
I hate your pride and strive for that and this.
I hate the way you work all night.
I hate the way your leaking breast invades my sight.
I hate your courage to row endless blue.
If only you’d drown before they rescue you.
Then I wouldn’t have to read about you.
Think about you.
So take this copper and leave me alone,
To scrap and savor, the juice of this tender human bone.