hate is the reverse of love
its a tool to hold on to
the unworthy
its the most wasted emotion
for hate is power
but the hated use it also
to keep the scorned close
when the ones that should
be hated go unnoticed
they are the ones
that tool about in mercedes
or porsche, while paying
pennies for goods in china
while their countymen
wonder where their
next meal comes from.
Keeping someone hated
that has done me wrong
is futile
when karma will
bite their asses
all too soon.
Direct your power
direct your hate
make them pay
its never too late.
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