I love to hate

I love to hate

disjointed Nations,

the hatred of two hundred 
and seventeen thousand years

under the harmful influence

of cloistered gods.

I hate sugarbirds of ice,

hay, and alum.

I love to hate a bloody face

with immense

doors

opened

to the abyss.

The hatred of broken economies

of expansionist countries

on millions of naked people

treated like beasts.

Nations who adopt

the simple hate weapons

of crime and sleep over,

who drink the starving pottage

of the hottest

blood

of the day.