I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity
—Emily Dickinson
You can hate away your days
Disparaging the ways
Of the wicked
You can while away your time
Pondering the crimes
Of the sickest
You can multiply your spite
But it won’t make nothing right
For the wretched
And your dreams of retribution
Only cultivate pollution
In your heart
You might find more success
Fighting hate with tenderness
And compassion
Plant a flower in your heart
It’s the perfect place to start
Your garden
Hope will be our only tool
Let’s all be crazy fools
For love
by Richard W. Bray
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