Matthew Bridgham · Jun 29, 2012
Hate

It is not your right, nor
the rite of some dead god
which lives through ignorance,
to rate a human’s attributes
of birth and chance and fate.

Sort through your sordid wits.
Bits are naught but bits.


© 2012 Matthew Bridgham

 
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