If Hate Killed Men

If   Hate Killed  Men

Why the past tense,

In   the present  too.

Hate  pours   superfluous,

No reason or  rhyme,

Except   total  annihilation

Is  the only crude ending.

 Hatred  is  the  cascading  sheet.

Pray   for a Time, when

Hate is erased in the  pages

Of  Dictionary  and Books;

But   man   advocates and

Proves, it is impossibility.

Giggles ,says,  live   and die

With  that impossibility.

Hatred   is the cascading sheet.

At  the dining  table,

They preach    Harmony

And selfless sacrifice,

But    sudden eruption

Like a volley of armaments;

Defeat   and ego cankering their pride.

 Hatred is  the cascading  sheet.

I watch him water the plant,

 Pluck   radiant flowers  and

Offer  in the altar  with  lips

Chanting mantras, rosary

Beads adorning his hands,

Sudden  irreconcilable

Outburst of  mood,  know not why?

Hatred  is  the cascading  sheet.

Some  believe vehement.

East is east, west is west,

The twain  shall  never meet,

East  and west  will

Certainly meet, if your

 Heart is at rest and in peace.

Hatred is the  cascading sheet.