The Color of Hate#


Hate unwittingly has a colour.
It changes, to mask what one lacks.
If you see hate only without, you ignore it within.
Carry your hate on your shoulders,
in big unwieldy sacks.
Perhaps then you’ll see it weighs you down,
Or allow rationale to seep-in.
The colour of hate changes, from violet to red,
Perhaps to you it is green,
But for others saffron is your spleen.


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