hatred

Hatred is the lost for words as magma
flows over the contours of the temples,
It is the white calling the black with venomous resonance,
It is failure to connect with your loved ones
And the stabs of injustice to the innocent soul.

Hatred is the abandonment one does not fathom,
It is the betrayal of loyalty, trust, love and self,
It is engagement that ceases in cold despondency
And the heartful laughter of pretentious intendment.

Hatred is the conviction that weakness parallels strength,
It is the fear of confessing deep-running sentiments,
It is exposure to vibes of irritating idiosyncracies
And the glacier-speed motion of apparent progress.

Hatred is the inability to confront fear itself,
It is the love for the forbidden material,
It is stupidity masquerading intellectual absolutism
And the powerless reaction of rational judgment.