How do I Hate thee?

Dear god,

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:

I hate thee in the dawn
when life has hardened into wood.


I hate thee in the morning
when the overseer cracks his whip upon my back.

I hate thee in the noonday sun
as toil enslaves the soul.

I hate thee in the dying rays
as hollow zombies stagger home.


I hate thee in the evening
as killing words perpetuate the myth.

I hate thee in the night
when silent screams are loudest.

I hate thee to eternity
because the madness never stops.