Hatred be a train travelling on a rail without lubrication

If you travel in it, you loose your sense of being plus common sense

Before its abusive lips kiss the lips of its final destination

You live life constrained by conditions

Like a prisoner released on probation

Soak your heart in ice-blocks of retaliation

Such that the moon dances with the sun

Your world turns upside-down

As your self-inflicted misery rapes you all night(s) long

Impregnates you with brutal brutality of your home-brewed bitterness

You Gain Nothing by Hating People

©Sechaba Keketsi


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