Hate is a Sickness


Hate, it's like a disease.
An infection not many bother to cure.
A hunger no food can ease.
A sickness none want to cure.

It is often left to fester,
Like an old wound.
As it mocks peace like a jester.
For hate is an old, infected wound.

Hate is like an incurable flu,
It spreads and spreads,
But no one knows how to stop it, what to do?
And so it continues to spread.

For​ ​hate​ ​is​ ​a​ ​sickness.

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It's just my thoughts on hate put into a poem.