Hate Poem by Gregory Huyette

Hate seems to work better than love these days
As the world takes advantage of its malicious ways.
And good place to focus hate’s vengeful gaze
Is on those horrible, contemptible highways.

Flying fingers, giant trucks and souped up cars
Rule ranting raceways like a marauding czars.
These bullies are masters with their horsepower endurance
While the meek grovel with their no fault insurance.

Entering home’s driveway, hate attacks family members.
After its ravages, there’ll only be whimpering embers.
Insults, mistrust and deceit are hate’s infamous creations,
Though most daunting of all is its destroyed communications.

Now that the family is left with remnants of love’s splatters,
It’s off to the office where it’s lust and money that matters.
This corporate world is perfect for hate’s cultivation.
Its sole purpose is making more money…oh the devil’s creation!

But no, no there’s one place that’s more hateful than the rest.
It’s an institution where all of us are forced to invest.
Talking of peace and unity, though thirsting for more hateful power,
Each political party grows more insincere and vindictive each hour.