I’ve tried and failed
To understand
How hatred serves the heart of man.
It flowers not,
But bears a fruit
Too bitter to enjoy.
And yet we toil
With stress and pain,
Hate’s thorny presence to maintain,
Anger, fear, division,
Strife,
A constant struggle against
Life….and
The other....
Who we find, in the end,
Is not so different, except,
Perhaps
They hate us less
Than we had once expected.
Expected.