Hate is a fickle flame that flickers, A force that burns and lingers, It's a tempest that brews inside, A storm that rages and can't be denied.
It's a feeling that many have known, That sometimes seems to have a life of its own, It's a passion that can consume and destroy, And leave us feeling lost, empty and devoid.
But hate is also a source of human creativity, A fuel that can inspire us to seek clarity, To express ourselves in ways both dark and light, To turn our pain and suffering into something bright.
For hate can inspire a great work of art, A poem, a song, a painting that sparks, A conversation that breaks down walls, A movement that stands up and calls.
Hate can be a catalyst for change, A force that empowers us to rearrange, The broken pieces of our hearts and minds, And bring forth something beautiful that shines.
So though hate can be a source of pain, It can also be a creative flame, A spark that ignites our souls, And helps us to find our way back home.
