Hate

Gliding menacingly about the fringes of our psyche bent on crushing compassion it grows. Ugly malfeasant in cause to judge the color of skin to create battles ‘tween beliefs it grows Wandering proudly behind white masks of innocence coldly, diligently stalking thee it grows Seizing tightly in its grasp with snaking tendrils of ice piercing body and soul complete it grows Corrupting entirely guiding a most gentle man through gates of hell incarnate it grows Beware my friend who piously declares divinity you may be taken unawares it grows Touch tenderly their hand lay palm on their breast feel a beating heart into their eyes peer deeply, see their life it dies