To despise is to grow wise.

Ok, reprimand me. 

I’ve never believed that a word can be too strong,

for it’s not like the sea. 

What I mean, 

when I say I despise,

is not that I will look on with evil eyes.

Rather that I believe the thing cannot be a friend of mine.

I despise 

hypocrisy,

when you tell lies,

cower and hide

in your palace of marble skies. 

Please, don’t leave our fate to your bias.

You, so pious

can’t see, you’ve got blinders.

But I can see, 

I’ve grown wise

and so, I despise.