Poem: Of love and hate


Of love and hate

Destruction is easy.
A tantrum.
A well-aimed word.
A lie, or a painful truth.
The lob of a grenade
or a sniper shot into the heart,
that perfect betrayal of trust.

But building?
It is slow.
A piecing together.
even as the bombs fall.

About this poem. 

Personal and political. But only love creates lasting greatness.

Remember that.


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