HERA

Love is a bad thing
In its name people walk through mad and madness
In its name men race through dark and darkness
With pebbles
With pangas
With racing breaths
In its preciousness people cut off there necks
Women weep over wishes built on this soil
This soil is bad.

Badness is its nature
Sweetness is its taste
Valentine made it public
The one in many who publicised this heartache
A flower that grows in every ones garden
It’s growth solely depends on its gardener.
This rose kills the whole farm
This flower is bad.

This bus has been driven by most men
I’m told the seat is same
And the controls equal
The distance varies
The paths followed are full of memories
But what amazes me is its discoveries
It is one of the worst animals ever discovered.

I hate love
I heard of it alot
I dared to deep my feet in it
I slept and knelt by it’s toes
But it only made me a pack of foes.