Hate
Hate,
Separating the offence from the person
6-14-2016
Hate is not something that we bring into life,
But it cuts others deeply as a finely honed knife.
Where does hate fall in your life’s Spectrum,
Sometimes’ it’s veiled as thinly as a plectrum,
It touches each soul somewhere along the way,
And is exposed by our look or something we say.
Hate must be separated, offence from the person,
When we tolerate hate it festers and will worsen.
What color is hate, can you hear it, or touch?
When disparaging others, reputations, we smutch.
A skin color, a lifestyle, or divergent persuasions,
From heart it flows freely not only on occasions.
Our hate for one another divides all worldly nations,
Forgetting that we’re each, one of God’s creations;
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