Hate

Hate is misunderstanding and fear

Hate is primal and doesn’t endear

Hate is the biting words of anger

Hate is often wrought with danger

Hate can’t love when it’s aroused

Hate is where the ignorant is housed

Hate doesn’t hope to change at all

Hate scratches and scrapes and viciously mauls

That’s what hate is behind these walls

That’s why I call haters fools!

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