hating

hate congregates in every place, it infiltrates
the mental, emotional, the personal space
of every race on the face of the earth,
engrained in us shortly after we’re birthed,
spawned to separate, to inflict hurt
from outbursts of violence, some done in silence,
some done in starts and fits for eyes to sift
and minds to rip apart, devoured like art,
each sight imparts a mark or a scar
from which we’re never too far away to disbar
from our own constitution,
hate resides as pollution whose convolution
should be banished or forced into dissolution,
but maybe we need it, to destroy as to build?
maybe we breed it so as to teach to be still?
all i can say is i hope it don’t last,
and one day we can say hate
is a thing of the past.