Love

Love

 

Too many hate.

Those who don’t hate,

Tend to only tolerate.

I want to love.

to feel all the love,

Even from up above

 

I want hunger

dead, and for hunger

To be cured and fed.

 

I want refugees

to have 4 walls

and to reverse fled.

 

I want love

to be a flood.

to be a hurricane

to blunt all pain.

     Honestly, I’m running out of materiel for this topic. I get most my poems from my journal, and most of them are dark and not on the subject of love, at least, not love that goes this smoothly and cheerfully. Not that refugees, hunger, hate, or floods were ever cheerful.

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