That hatred you have for everyone, that global anger,
Is going to kill you.
It doesn’t matter how justified you are, or how wrong the other person is.
You can fume and cuss and scream, complain and blame everything on others,
But it’s just going to eat you alive.
You can get pissed off at me for telling you this,
Give me the cold stare and refuse to talk to me
Until the end of time, but it won’t change a thing.
Hatred will kill you.
1998 Steven Barto
3 Replies to “Hatred”
Reblogged this on The Accidental Poet and commented:
In light of the nationwide bickering and outright disrespect each seems to have for the other this year in particular, I felt it was fitting to reblog this poem I wrote in 1008 and included in a post from nearly two years ago. I long for your feedback/
This is so true, and it fits what we see in society today.
Manny, thank you for your kind comment regarding my poem about hatred. Please visit this blog frequently, and feel free to encourage others to do so as well.