Hate is something that lives in you, Deep down behind a locked door, Just waiting to be opened. Every once and awhile, We get a peek at the unawakened monster. Every creak the door makes Is another chance for the monster to wake. But why do we keep inching closer When we know that no good can come of it? Maybe because we cannot deny The craving to look. We should have learned by now To stop and think before we do, For temptation leads to mistakes. So what is hate? In simplest form, It is the jealousy you feel, The anger built up, War. Hate is a never-ending fog, Trapping us and squeezing us Until we can no longer breathe. Keep in mind that tears do not justify tears, Blood does not justify blood, And death, certainly, does not justify death. Hate is selfishness. Hate makes us believe That we are the only ones That horrific things happen to, And that we are the only ones affected. Revenge that had once tasted so sweet, Now irritates our taste buds, as the bitterness overcomes us. Hate is an easy way for us to be lazy. It is an easy way for us to dismiss things Because they scare us. Hate is denial Of the issues that really are bothering us; An excuse not to think about them. A hopeless teen bringing a gun to school, Killing fellow classmates and themselves, Does not make the desperate teen look bad. It makes us look bad and feel bad for turning away. Hate makes the sane go crazy. Candles burning, families fighting, loved ones missing, And blood soaking the carpet, is our deserved reality. No one is to blame but us. In the end, There are no winners When there is hate. Of all the things that hate is, Not one is useful, constructive, Or anything for us to be proud of. Hate is the most destructive And inadequate emotion. Hate is the worst in all of us. If life is so short, Why do we waste so much time hating? Ignorance blinds us from seeing the real truth. A brilliant man once said that “To be great is to be misunderstood….” Hate is misunderstanding and then disliking something Because the concept behind it Is too much to comprehend. One should not be so hasty as to eliminate something Until the idea is fully understood. Tears fall, fire scorches, smoke escalates, hope dies While we sit in horror watching a child search endlessly, Hunting for his innocent parents whom he needs, And whom has suffered the loss of a selfish hate crime. Fear renders us inoperative in our lives While we idle away the hours to be made aware of the fate of the ones we love As we stare blindly at their flight number being flashed on the television screen. Hate is missed opportunities. It is the chance that has slipped right through one’s fingers To enhance oneself and heighten the insight in a unrestrained mind.
Reason for writing:
Because I thought it was time. Maybe it will help both sides. please comment on it
Birth sign: Scorpio
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