hate is just another form of fear
I wear it proudly upon my head
like a wig, follows me around
makes me secure
some hates are whims, others for real
he wants my karma my mazal, he'd steal it
if he could, the hate upon my head
not made of plastic or tin foil
often seeks revenge from the gloomy past
not only lack of patience and bias
is a will to power without rules
stems from bad growth and bad reasons
shimon weinroth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stems-from-hate/
