"[`Hāt-fǝl Ni-`se-sǝ-tē]"


“Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time.”
               —Dave Pelzer




hate [`hāt] n. —
                          A forthright emotion men have feared,
                          Though no one truly comprehends;
                          A vile blaze which chokes the revered,
                          Killing all that logic’s will intends.


Hate is fury’s wrangler;
It’s fast to leave us blind.
Hate is reason’s strangler,
Seeing violence comes inclined.

Hate is something duly torrid,
For it rests psychotically ablaze.
Hate releases things so horrid,
And oh, so many damned clichés.

Hate burns throughout sapient moderations,
Allowing us the most feral motivations,
But even after the keenest of orations,
Few could possibly resist the sensations.

It sears ravenously inside the mind,
Clawing with such detached temptation,
So fervent to burst forth, unconfined,
And catch a whiff of liberation.

Though hate is but a measure, human sewn,
Sat canvassed aside simplistic well-being.
Yet, being quashed and left to seethe alone,
Shall hate remain as mere hubristic seeing?

Oh, how staunch does hate enforce titanic claim:
Extinguished naïveté, ergo ignite the wrath aflame!