Hatred and Murder

You hate Mexicans so you killed one because you're consumed by hate. When I think about your personalty, it's too horrible to contemplate. You hated that man because of the color of his skin. Your life has been ruined because of the trouble that you're in. Another reason why you killed him was because he got promoted instead of you. He had more experience than you and murdering him was a stupid thing to do. You committed murder because of the hatred you've been consumed by. You're pathetic, you have no right to choose who lives and who dies. As it turned out, that man had a heart of gold. That poor man had a wife and a two year old. You allowed hate to consume you and it took its toll. Now you're doing life without the possibility of parole. (This is a fictional poem but sadly, hate is a real thing.)