Hate, what an awful emotion,

            Energy wasted most often by devotion.

Hate is a crutch made of thin paper,

            Supporting at most offensive vapor.

Hate is not revenge,

            Nor form of amends.

Hate is a fire, long smoldering within,

            Awaiting release against one thought in sin.

Hate is a cancer, eating ones soul,

            It gnaws at all logic while losing control.

Hate is no friend, nor enemy of foe,

            It is vender of pain and bringer of woe.

Hate defied if spirit at rest,

            No longer burden, emotional test.

Hate brings no pleasure,

            Despite all one’s hopes, it is no treasure.

Hate is your enemy, never your friend.

            By-pass all hate, let love transcend.