by Wayne Adams

From the recesses of the heart
Springs the venom of hate.

A venom that touches those
Deemed to be inferior.

The Protestant says to the 

Like an oil slick
That kills the water itself

The venom of hate
Spreads in a mass.

The Basque says to the Spaniard,
"You should be destroyed!"

The phantom of hate is vicious.
He knows no boundaries.

Arms are taken up.
Threats rendered.

Where is love?
Where is understanding hiding?

Differences are gifts.
Why the blindness? 

Hate by Wayne Adams

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