Too Much of Life Is Spent Disliking

Too much of life is spent disliking,
In chosen backbiting episodes.
Too much of this creates our sickness.
With temper tantrums ready to explode.

Too much of the wrong we celebrate.
With hatred we solicit.
Too often we say we wish peace to come.
While doing the opposite and expecting to get it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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