If love cured all, if love were king
We’d never want for anything
Those petty slights we’d not belabour
For we would surely love our neighbour
We’d quench all thirsts, our hunger slated
The loneliness we’ve always hated
Gone! Replaced with simple love
We’d finally feel that we’re enough…
A self-deception, dream of dreams
A thousand poets wrote in reams
But sadly it’s not meant to be
Delusional, a fantasy
Instead what makes this world go round
Is splintered table, fists will pound
And love is swept like cast-off crumbs
And cheek is braced for slap that comes
And those most likely to survive
That barely make it out alive
Will turn their love into hot fury
Will be the plaintiff, judge and jury
Take no more, for what is left
To rip those fingers clawed at neck
And let that smile deemed once too sweet
Be curdled milk that churns beneath
The hot red heart that beat for thee
Now only saves its thump for me…
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