Hate Me

You are allowed to hate me.

To pull me through the streets

To burn me at the stake

Hang my soiled body from your proud American flag

As a sign of success 

That I have been beat.

You have my permission 

To slit my throat

And boil my filthy blood

But I will not apologize.

I will not sit before your pious throne and beg for forgiveness. 

Because your throne 

Is no more then a kitchen chair

Stained with the lives you have destroyed

And because despite your claims 

you are just another useless man

A useless air vacuum 

Taking up more 

Than your fair share of space. 

Reviews

[Minoru Kusari]

I like the structure of the poem. The opening is very powerful and grabs the reader's attention. I like the bitterness and the attitude. The criticism in your poem is brimming with emotion, making the words have a strong effect.