Hatred is firey orange and malevolent black.
It looks like dynamite for destruction.
It sounds like a volcano in the process of eruption.
It smells like rubber tires on a hot highway.
It tastes like peppers mixed with butts in an ashtray.
It feels like razor blades and hand grenades exploding on a roadway.
Hatred is a soul on fire and wanting to attack.I am so happy to be a part of this ABC Wednesday team and honestly am grateful for Denise Nesbitt creating and hosting it. I had thought of doing a poem on something more positive, like "honesty," "happiness," or "humour," but I decided to shake things up a bit. Think about it...have you ever been on the receiving end of hatred? Have you ever felt hatred towards someone else? How does it feel to you?