Thank You Mr. Trump

I recognize hate.

Hate keeps me from love.

It keeps me from home,

follows as I shop,

laughs when I walk by,

hovers when I sit

for a quick respite,

questions my motives,

speaks euphemisms

at me while laughing.

When confronted, hate,

denies wrongdoing

and then it labels

me as paranoid.

Hate contaminates.

Imagine our world

as it’s lost its faith,

wholly void of hope,

completely emptied

of the signs of Love.