My Hatred?

No, I do not hate you or all your ways

But I stand firmly against you and your stand

When you conspire to destroy me and mine

Holding a knife or grenade in your hand.

I’ve watched for long from the sidelines

As you marshaled your resources against me

And did everything you could possibly do

So I would dissolve or cease to be.

But life courses vibrant through my veins

And awakens me to your devious acts

And I take note of what you’ve done

And continue to do - all the facts.

You have no idea how your mind’s been hacked

And how you strut like a zombie on drugs

As you were fed bowlfuls of hate and worse

At a time when you needed loving hugs.

I shall oppose your designs in every way

Unless you change and make love your creed;

And since you’re opposed now like seldom before

Lies and propaganda have become your need.

No, it’s not I that’s hated or hates

For hatred was never the milk I was fed;

It’s time for you to look into the eyes

Of those very ones by whom you’re led.

- rajyogi

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