HATE IS A SOCIAL ISSUE

they tell us it’s in

our heads, that we’re

broken, but the truth

is buried deep inside

our veins. hatred is

not a sickness of the

mind, it’s a sickness

of the heart, of the

world that feeds us

lies with silver spoons.

we swallow pain like

pills, but anger isn’t

a diagnosis, it’s the

product of poisoned

ground where we’re

forced to plant roots

in. don’t you see? it’s

not us who need the

cure, it’s the soil, the

air, the sky, soaked 

in love buried deep.

burn the prescription,

the medicine, and let

ourselves finally heal.