haven’t you seen it?
all over the press?
mongers selling hate
on their hats, and on T-shirts and vests.
Hate smells
like stale beer
like smoldering butts of fear.
Sounds like lock and load
like homes about to explode.
Hate sells
Just close your eyes
tastes like American pie
imagine the product
all over the TV news
running for office with all those hateful views.
Hate sells
stronger than sex.
It’s a perpetual vex.
It’s anticipation.
It’s a fascination.
It’s a reputation.
That makes all of us less.
Hate fails
like repeating third grade,
like a float coming apart
on 4th of July parade.
Hate tells
like from rags to riches
like call women bitches
like bombing schools and children.
It’s like making a very few people billions.
Hate bails
and pardons criminals big and small
telling tales near and far.
The way hate sells is so bizarre.
Hate gels
like a sticky weird goo
that slows you down and tighten up around you
like quicksand, once in
you cannot wiggle through.
Hate tells
you to betray a friend,
Berate and offend,
to bow and bend to every single sin.
Can you comprehend?
Hate is about coming to an end.
Hate tells
where you’ve been
it reeks like waste water.
It shows scars
like the stripes of torture.
Hate spells the end
with an R
with a red hat scrawled with baby flies.
It lies;
burning out believing eyes.
Hate sells
stronger than sex.
It’s a perpetual hex.
It’s anticipation.
It’s a fascination.
It’s a reputation.
That makes all of us less.
Hate sells
It smells
It fails
It tells
It gels
It foretells, like lock and load
like homes about to explode.
Music and lyrics by Byron Haskins, nPoet9 Publishing 2024. All rights Reserved.