I Hate You Still. In a Different Way

by Regis Boff

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