Hate, the Motherless Child

 

There is no love, you said;

It is like saying that

you have no mother,

you have no father, 

no brother, no sister;

No one, no living soul, who should be the object of your love;

You have no son,

nor daughter, no neighbor;

No one who should be needing you;

Someone who should be loving you;

Even God has a mother but you don't have one.

Love for you does not exist; and mothers

are personification of compassion and love.
And even if you do a have a mother,
She is a mother that destroyed you,
 by somehow teaching you how to hate.
But if your hate is your own invention,
then you are hate,
the motherless child.

You are indeed a bang, 
not the “Big Bang”,

but only a small bang. 
Someone, who exist out of nothing;

someone that exist without a cause.

You have no one, you have nothing,

you have no life; all you have is you;

Your own nothingness, your emptiness

that you want to share, take it all,

you giver of nothing; Even

in selfishness, you are a miser;

Go and enjoy your pervert bliss…

alone.

No! you are not an ass nor stupid;

Yours exceeds the meaning of those words;

For those words to define you

is unfair to those words

as it is unfair to you.

Congratulations,

You’ve made it!

You are more than a fool;

You had evolved from

the evolutionist that

you always wanted to be, 
now, is what you are.

Now you speak of compassion

as if you have anything to give;

But this day you are unmasked,

your duplicity was revealed;

you have no love, therefore,

you have no care;

your concern is but

a shallow water.

They are right after all,

“Those who have no love

Although breathing are dead and lifeless.”

I beg you, if indeed you have sympathy,

At least, die alone; we don’t need your help;

Nor share your rotten put-on kindness.


And please forgive me,  
if my kind of pity is harsh; 
If at this moment, I am a hammer
applying the full force brand
of sympathy to a nail.