As a former love freak I have an announcement to make: I have learned to hate. Hatred is a liberating thing, It releases energies. For many years I despaired Of ever experiencing True hate. I always tripped On the fallible, The forgivable, The understandable. But as the film of love Cleared from my eyes I saw them clearly etched: Those to whom I, my children, My loves and my friends Are casually expendable -- For principles, or for Convenience, or as A regrettable Contingency. All we have built And hoped for and done Are nothing to them, To the grey men With the artificially Human complexions. They are not only here But everywhere, An exclusive clique. Moral appeals Are pitiful squeaks Of rats in a trap. Far better The bared teeth And the poisoned Bite. Small things can be rabid. Witness a mad rat. So tremble, grey men. Not only I have teeth. The Day of the Mad Rat Is at hand,
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