For I hate people
The way they are
I am not perturbed
Of what they say
For all they are,
A complete idiot
In a realm of happiness,
A complete nomad
Legal response to age of hate
In search of peace,
A complete maniac
They talk dreams
The future as they have seen
They boast their highness
As if they are messiah
While they never know
The ‘me’ inside eating them alive
Emollient with words
They seek peace with swords
Love they loathe
Hatred they pledge
Adulated, they see themselves a wedge
Sharp enough to be sharpen
Enlightened enough to be seeking knowledge
For all, they are a complete mess
To be flushed semen, fallen into the womb
The mingling of flesh again
Flesh they give birth, they call it a home
For they live together and plant a seed of people
The belligerent, ostentatious, flamboyant people.
