Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Hate Has a Language

Hate has a language all its own
We learn it well when we are young
Those bitter words spit from the lips
Do battle with our mother tongue

Masha was Mary when she left the boat
A new name given for a new land
Still she was teased and called "greenhorn"
By a father she couldn't understand
Hate has a language

The lady asked Bubbe how we spelled our name
Is that  "-son" with an "e" or an "o"?
I just wanted to play in the pool
But they had their quotas, ya know
Hate has a language

Why is my Daddy chasing that man
And why did he call him a "kite?"
Why doesn't Mom think it's funny too?
They explained it later that night
Hate has a language

submitted for Poetry Potluck Week 18

Thanks, Jingle!


Anonymous said...

My dear friend, I love your take.
True, hate has a language, it speaks of smoke and war...

very fine tuned tale.
fantastic entry.


Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

Well articulated in laymen's terms. Even those that don't "get" prose/verse should hopefully gather the meaning of 'Hate Has A Language'.

Anonymous said...

reads like an immigrant experience which I know so much about lol. I enjoyed your work. Thank you for sharing this lovely piece in potluck with us!


Anonymous said...

Lovely potluck, I like the title very much. Happy blog theme you have!

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately hate has a language. I truly thing that poets don't know it. We heard about it .. but we refuse to learn it :)