A symposium on hate

I’ll present what you

Have written on my heart

And people will wonder

Who anonymous is

Cause your name can’t be breathed

Imagine if I did

The hush that would fall over the crowd

It would be deafening

And surely all the oxygen

Would be sucked out of the air

And some would say I’m lying

And a few would say I’m lying

And 1 or 2 would say I’m lying

And you will predictably agree

But you and I will know always

Cause you wrote it on my heart, author.

I’m just the presenter