DO NOT TEACH ME HATE
H. W. Bryce
Do not t each me hate,
Hate is too much work;
It drains my mind,
Wounds my spirit,
And all for no good return.
For hate begets hate
and erases my better self.
I want to live, not destroy,
There is far too much at stake.
Hate takes but a moment to build into a rage,
And I don’t want to live with the guilt.
Hate takes but a moment to destroy
Everything that you have built.
So do not teach me how to hate,
For hate kills all that’s good.
No good ever came from out of hate,
Many have tried, but no one ever could.
Do not teach me how to hate,
For hate always cancels love.
Do not take temptation’s evil bait,
The gain lies always within that love.
So do not teach me hate,
For I am but a gentle soul,
So let me state and then restate,
Do not use your hate so as to control.
For hate is a killer that never stops to blink,
And hate takes but a moment to flare;
Take that moment instead to think,
Take that moment to stop and take that dare.
—H. W. Bryce
