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Letter To Haters

A young child fights the bullies wearing a boxing glove - a dream bruiser, a wish batterer and a hope splatterer.

To all the world’s:

Hope-splatterers, Dream-batterers
Wish-bruisers, Friend-users
Joy-drainers, Spite-campaigners …
Glee-punchers, Faith-crunchers
Trust-stingers, Thrill-wringers,
Bliss-chokers, Pain-provokers…
Sun-takers, Storm-makers
Stress-pushers, Spirit-crushers
Love-traitors, Love-slaters & Love haters.

We know you have:

Dreams overgrown, where you
won’t go alone, don’t drag
us to that place, where dreams
sink without trace, where no
hope springs anew, where we’ll
be haters too, think how
you used to be,
just like me

From all the worlds:

Hope-clingers, Dream-swingers
Wish-thinkers, Friend-linkers,
Joy-kissers, Spite-dissers …
Glee-heapers, Faith-keepers
Trust-catchers, Thrill-hatchers,
Bliss-chasers, Pain-erasers …
Sun-drinkers, Storm-shrinkers
Stress-strokers, Spirit-stokers,
Hate-scrappers, Hate-trappers & Hate zappers.

Come join our team, ‘cos the
team that dare dream, we are
here to stay, you can
do it today, ‘cos it’s
never too late
to change

©2012 Mark Bird

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