My hatred is made from –

Betraying friends and their hard cold souls,

Rain on a hot day,

A stubbed toe,

The hard bite on your tongue as painful as pins and needles,

And shredded tears rolling down faces.

I found it –

Caged in the silent whispers spreading from ear to ear,

Trapped in the dark edge of a bin like crumpled up paper,

Curled in the gloominess on the mans face,

Crouched in the edge of a cobweb covered box,

Crumpled in the girl’s pocket.

My hatred can –

Turn smiles into frowns,

Change the personality of a person,

Split the ground in half,

Make terrible tears shed,

Traumatize a baby for life,

Crack the code on a safe.

If I lost this hatred – 

Then the flabbergasted frowns would turn upside down.