"They will believe your love incomplete, and then they will hate you... and their hatred will be perfect."

This is one of the sharpest poems from Charles Bukowski. It wasn't a surprise that most of you voted for it on the poll I did a couple of months ago. I have to confess that I was afraid of bringing this poem to life. It wasn't easy at all to envision it and because of that it took me quite some time to come up with something I like. But I finally did it and even though it is not perfect (like people's hatred), I'm happy with the results.

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Editor:
Lorena Colmenares
Here you can read her own poems: https://bit.ly/2Wds49V

Narrator
Tom O'bedlam
   / spokenverse  

Music
Not My Will by Ambre Jaune

Poem
The genius of the crowd
By Charles Bukowski

There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art