I Hate You Still. A Different Way.

by Regis Boff

It was a good war.
The relief, I needed.
Anger had filled my days.
Life heating to a boil,
the hate I had for you,
someone I had never met.
I squeezed into the flaming streets,
while the fires took our sons,
far away to kill you.
My son did not come back,
and now I hate you still.
A different way.