Hate Is Hate

Hate the glowing embers

Scars from blisters on the soul.

It does not elude or hide

Its intentions.

We the collective society

Look beyond the impact

Until our own conscience

Consumes us.

Hate is about fear.

Fear of others,

Fear of ourselves.

Hate is the non chemical substitute

A substitute for our own inner weakness.

Hate is the glowing embers

Scars from blisters on the soul.

Hate is not dangerous

When we react to emotion.

No hate is dangerous

when we become ambivalent

To its presence.

Hate has no place

On our tongue

Or in the dark recesses

Of our mind.

Hate is what consumes the soul,

Love is what nourishes it.

There is no place for ambivalence

There is no place for hate.

 

Fred Steele © 2017

Road Scribes of America ™ 2012