The Lump in my Throat

It catches in my throat
A hate I cannot swallow
             or spit out

It's like a hardened ball of phlegm
Independent of myself
I feel it   -AND-   see it

A concentrated hatred of
     -ivory towers
     -smug superiority
     -turf war politics
     -those who need to inflict misery on others

It will continue to catch
Until it finally dissolves
Of its own accord. and with time.