It’s Pitiful And Humiliating To Hate Poem by Hebert Logerie

Hate is far more than the opposite of Love,
It is an awfully mournful feeling of destruction, of
Evilness, of selfishness, of a negative passion
To harm or maim our fellow men or women.
To like someone does not mean “not to love lightly”;
“Like” is a coded word with a blended signification,
It can also mean hating someone or something mildly.
When love is in motion, the heart is open for positive passion
And immeasurable admiration; the blood is flowing
Like an intermittent April shower on a Sunday afternoon:
The sky is blue and inviting; the birds are chirping;
The toddlers playing; and the lovers strolling
Under the heavenlike splendor of a romantic moon.
To hate is to lose. Haters are financially and spiritually
Very poor. They are overly aggressive, godawfully bossy,
And vilely revengeful, while having an elephant like memory.
Those losers are selfish, they fool themselves by thinking
That they are perfect, and the universe is beneath their feet.
Yet the biggest danger is when they assemble or congregate,
And they have followers who obey their wicked orders.
Today’s world has no room for extrovertly hate-mongers or haters.
It is beautiful to love, while it is pitiful and humiliating to hate.