I don’t love the lethal ending
Life has always been so much fun
I will hate it when I stop singing
Of joy, of happiness, and the Sun.

I do not love cold people, hate the cynics
Don’t trust celebrities and what’s more
I hate it when strangers read my letters
Behind my back, looking for the gore.

I do not love it when I half-ass it
Or when someone else cuts me off
I hate it when I see back-stabbing
Or when somebody innocent gets shot.

I loathe the gossip and the chatter
The planted doubts and the fake news
I also hate it when someone shatters
glass windows with iron clubs.

I hate the brave and the bullies
Who fight when only they can win.
I’d rather take my chances
With someone stronger, call me dim!

I hate to see plucked feathers
But I feel not sorry for the bird.
I hate the violence and the weakness
And yet, I am sorry for Christ.

I don’t love myself when I am a coward
When I watch the innocent take the blow
I can’t stand it when my soul
Is messed with ... or when it gets mucked.

I don’t love the circus and arenas
Where millions are cheated for a dime.
Whatever the future may bring us
This, I will never love.