I don't love it

People always hate those who tell the truth, but in vain...
Such people never stab in the back.”
— Unknown Author

“I do not love shot that’s fired in the back,”
And I continue all these words of song

I do not love it when walls are torn apart,
Or stones are thrown at windows of life all.

I’ll never love the faithless and the bribed,
Those ready to sell honor for a prize

And likewise, I don’t love the rotten, vile,
Those overgrown with gray mold of a lie.

I’ll never love those gloating in the shadows,
Who hide a grin behind a mask on face,
And those too lazy to work with all their might,
Whose snouts are stained, yet wear a crown by grace.

I do not love those who land on their feet,
Who walk on heads to save themselves from depths,

Those who become both blind and stone-deaf,
And will not lend a hand at edge of day.

I do not love those who would wash their hands,
And having pulled the trigger, flee like beasts,
And those bringing torment to defenseless
And kick the heart’s door open with a rush.

I do not love, I’ll never love this all,
And I won’t stand myself behind the backs,
To tell the truth, be liable for that,
You’ve grown to hate me? Well, you’ve done in vain.