Hatred Meditation

Fear or boredom in powerful people are terrifying to me

They can wreck worlds beneath their phones before hearts can learn to beat

Walls and halls have been set up to tell brains like mine to hide

And it makes my head and stomach turn, to find stolen hearts turned blind

No one has to be alone

All stubborn folks won't feel what they're shown

Think what they wanted, once heads were haunted

With tricks and jokes provided by people who know less than them

Mother trusts the strangers who tell her

That she doesn't have to feel any guilt for hurting me