HATE

by m.s.wardrip

In all it’s disguises,

The mask is transparent,

The eyes of the wicked,

Are blind.

The evil, smiling hiss,

As the hammer smashes down,

The wit, the temper,

The hollow ground.

Without it,

There would be only love,

A hideous proposition,

For rotten, decaying filth.

Here is the gauntlet,

Hate holds no water,

The fire in the cave,

Sees the painting on the stone.

There is only one place for hate,

A safe place to store it,

A box to lock it in,

Called history.

Hate used to be,

Now, it’s just an old word,

Gone and forgotten,

Love happy light rejoices.

Love is joy,

Joy is love,

From within, without,

Love from above.