This is not in “The Bop” style, as the Official Prompt suggests; but it does discuss many current world problems. So, I hope this may suffice. {Potential Trigger Warning!!}
THE HUMAN CHASE – By: H.J / author H.J ©️
They only love me when I’m beaming,
only love me when I’m strong;
they only love me when I am standing on equal sides of wrong.
They will hate me for my lover and they’ll hate me for my voice;
They’ll hate me for my body,
for my peace
and for my choice.
They’ll hate when I show up
and they will hate when I’m not there.
They will hate me for my space
and for all my boundaries too;
They’ll hate that I won’t let them in and hate my passion when I do.
They’ll hate me for my Faith;
for my culture, shade of skin.
They’ll hate me for my parents,
Mother’s tongue and origin –
They’ll hate my primal randoms, when I never had a say.
They’ll hate it when I try and they’ll hate when I don’t play.
They will hate me for my courage, they will hate me for my fear.
They’ll hate me for my rest,
hate my optimism and career –
They’ll hate me for my apathy,
They’ll hate all my success
and hate each idle,
passing year.
They’ll hate me for my freedom;
and for seclusion, too –
They will hate when I’m not me and they’ll hate that I’m not you.
They’ll hate my education and
although I try to learn;
They’ll hate what I don’t know
and claim I ‘want’ to watch things burn.
They will hate me for my clothes,
for my safety and my woes.
They’ll hate me for ideas,
for my story
and my prose.
They’ll hate me for my money,
for my house and for my kids;
They will hate me for my street post and because I sleep on skids.
They’ll hate on my redemption and will hate me for my sin.
They’ll hate each point of wisdom,
and when I don’t know where to begin.
They will hate it when I share; and keep calling it a bluff –
Then they hate when I deplete and shout ‘it still isn’t enough!’.
They will hate me when I’m hungry;
and for anything I eat,
They’ll hate me when I’m healthy; and any rough day of the week.
They will hate me for my wheelchair,
all my aids,
and my legs, too;
They will hate each type of function;
What I can and cannot do.
If the goal is ‘never’ hate; then why keep choosing to?
History is gone, until we bring it into view –
but can we consciously remember;
without being toxic, too?
More hate will only perpetuate
the loss and lack we hope to satiate;
The patterns in each corner
mean this pain may never end –
They will hate and hate and shake and break;
Taking pieces ‘til I’m dead.
Then?
In the name of ‘vengeful mourning’,
They’ll repeat The Chase again.
What a beautiful piece! Even though it’s not in the bob poetic form, it does capture so much and highlights a lot of the important issues our society faces on a regular basis.
Thanks so much 🙂
This is such a wonderful poem… one I want to read again and again. Well done ^^
I think this poem hits all the issues we deal with right now as a society. Too much hate, not enough love and understanding. Great job, your words paint a very accurate picture.
Thank you, all.
My heart is happy, knowing that I’ve done this well with conveying such sensitive, heavy and important things. It’s a boost, when I don’t feel like “enough”. Much appreciated.