Every Day

Apr 03, 2010 16:34


I live my day
with this loathsome feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
I breath every day
this toxic air
coming from the Factories of hate,
all around me.
I talk with you every day,
but my words are muffled 
by the acid in my mouth.
I wake up every morning
and nothing change.
Everything stays still.
Nothing disobeys the Law of Hate.

poetry, art, hate

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