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Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 9

America

I hate to be the barren of bad news,
But your mind is seriously confused;
There is no White or Black coastline,
It is just America – our countryside.

It is a place
   Where one can be free
- Or -
   Live caught up
   In the propaganda machine
   That divides like the ax to the tree,
   Producing slaves bending at the knee:
       Buying the lie that freedom is free,
       Without any personal responsibility.

America by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Monday, January 18

The World Judges

As the world gazes into my eyes,
she glances for a brief moment in time
at someone she conceives as fine
– paying no heed to the anguish inside.

She has no regard for the agony within
that is destroying, killing, tearing limb from limb:
like a guillotine severing the head of its victim
as it departs into a realm … of none existence.

She lacks any sense of humanity
as she judges with reckless insanity;
   gazing into my eyes of dejection
   she looks at a book by its cover,
   but hasn’t read a single expression.

She refuses to understand my position,
but rather judging with unjust suppositions:
as I cope with the poison marring my brain
I live in a time of great disdain
as I look for love or a friend of understanding;
   Love me,
   Cherish me,
   Stretch out your hand …
   to me — and see … me,
   the one who I am.

For I, I am in need of a friend,
not ignorant rejection
with a conversation that ends;
   try, but for a moment to set in my shoes
   seeing the paths in which I have stood,
   knowing the thoughts inside my mind,
   before you judge
   without understanding
   … my mind.

The World Judges by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, December 25

Eternal Freedom

We could be standing
upon eternal freedom,
but we accept lies;
transferring love to hatred,
making this you verses I.

Eternal Freedom by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, April 21

The Progression of Hate

Melancholy mesmerizes American debate,
Illicit idiosyncrasies isolate our mental state,
Revulsion runs rigorously throughout our veins,
Prescriptions of peril to sooth our pains.

Society solicits immigration reform,
Political pandering patronizes our form,
Foreign nationalists strip away our rights,
Corporate corruption capitalizes illegal worker plight.

Citizens’ request catapult to clever discussions,
Administration in charge rules with unrighteous repercussions,
Politicians in power pulverize the politically incorrect,
Forced to accept animosity upon their arrogant request.

Americans forced to educate their replacements,
If they refuse their severance is wasted.
Out of occupation, oscillating with depression,
Homeless with hatred by corporate repression.

Illegals believing their false convoluted perception,
Taking for granted our constitutional inception,
Fallaciously ferocious towards our forefathers foundations,
Reaping rewards from our American traditions.

This progression of hate destroys without worry,
Capitalist corrupt and Americans in fury,
Government deceit erases our glory,
Americans in awe with abhorrent worry.

We have entered the days of our pre-Revolutionary ways.

The Progression of Hate by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse