Hatred

Hate

sometimes 

we have this crying  need,
we all have at least once wished
to see a stone bleed!

we all would have at least once
wanted to see a bad seed
bite the dust
for hurtful insensitive deeds.

it can be so potent,
this raging unconquerable hate
that a whole lifetime,
to see it happen, we can wait.

what is loss,
but just another surrender,
to hate; poison to some,
to some, just another number.