I was... <br />Beaten, Bruised, Bloodied, <br />and Heart-Broken. <br />No more, no more anti-amor. <br />I have been... <br />Hurt, Hated, put to Hell, <br />and Heart-Broken. <br />So, no more, no more anti-amor. <br /> <br />I was taught to love by liars. <br />They showed me how to wield, <br />The heaviest sword. <br />One that kills silently, <br />Creating wounds that never heal. <br /> <br />We hear the music and listen to the people. <br />Then we dance the same old dance, <br />To the same old tune. <br /> <br />Where is the love in all this: <br />Death, Pain, Hunger, Disease, Madness, Evil? <br /> <br />So live only by this simple phrase I do: <br />No more, no more anti-amor...<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-no-more-anti-amor/
