Hate

I am your shadow.

I am desert winds and false prophets,

And you shall know me by the roar of the bulldozers

The rumble of the rockets

The rattle of the bullets

And the wet, sick thud of the impact

I am Quneitra

bullet-riddled walls and broken promises

I am Katyn

the myriad dead under salted earth

I am Tuol Sleng

a stupa lined with skulls

I am Auschwitz

a pink felt triangle, and a yellow star

I am Srebrenica

a century's bitterness unleashed

I am the shine of machetes in the burning sun

and the smell of rotting flesh

I am blood and bone

and I am the everlasting silence

Call me what you will,

but no matter where you go

I will be there.

I am Hiroshima

the black rain

I am Darfur

the caved-in skulls

I am Babi Yar

with blood in the streets

I am in all of you

I am hate.