Hatred

Hatred is always myopic.

Shortsightedness feeds hatred .

Hatred is a perpetually self referencing

recalcitrant mono thought looping endlessly

inside its own putrid darkness.

Hatred  lives in a room without doors or windows,

without sound or light, warmth or heartfelt laughter

Hatred is unfamiliar with intuition. Hatred is too gross

to intuit .It sees only what it can grasp and kill

Hatred experiences no tenderness.

Hatred is like a mushroom that  blooms only in the dark ,

fowl smelling, poisonous, nourished by the decay

of   buried bodies of its predecessors

It mistakes its solitude for  sanctity.

Nothing comes of hate other than more hate.

In the end it kills the souls of those who worship at its altar

and it slays their children even before they are born.

Derek Houghton