You
I have watched you.
And I was erroneous in thinking
That you were relatively new.
Was it childhood that made me think that way.
I thought you were just in my father,
But I saw you everywhere, so it seems.
You were there when he kicked the door in.
You were there in the corner of my room.
Fresh from a nightmare.
Hanging on the back of my bedroom door.
You were there on the top of the landing.
You stood there like a villain.
I turn off the lights.
Then I saw you next on the TV.
You were the metal bird that flew
Into the Twins; Back in 001.
You hide amongst the pages
Of the history books.
You think I cannot see you.
Slippery as paper, black as ink.
Black as hell. Black as the shirt of a Fascist.
The black boot that strikes the door.
The heart of a Nazi, newspaper print.
It reads: WORLD AT WAR.
You are everywhere it appears,
And I see you now more than ever.
In the acid. In the fire. In the bullets.
That spray and maim and kill
And cripple and twist and rot.
Like a bad apple in a barrel of good.
Infecting like a disease.
You decay and fester.
Into blackness. Into filth.
Into Plague.
And you are in me too.
For you are also in Hate.
And I Hate you.