HATE

Hate is a word

I have never known

How it would feel.

And can’t condone.

It feels too low.

Without a care

of the human soul.

That brings a tear.

Sorrow yes.

Grief and sadness too.

But hateful souls

only sorrow spew.

Grief and pain

I have known a lot.

But feeling hate

I will not allot.

Life is too short

To allow to hate.

It is not my call.

It is not my slate.

By Vibeke Lindhardt

11 September 2016