Hate, a small word by size
and it is so easy to recognize.
Hate, so wrong but yet so sheltered
so strong and is used as a pelter.

Love, a word equal in size
but hardly used never equalized.
Almost scarce almost rare
But it never seems to shed a tear.

Why then, please do tell
that the other is used so well
When it is easier to cast your brother aside
like garbage that runs in our tides.

Martin Luther King Jr. Faught against this crime
So that our hatred won't follow to our time
But was it done in vain?
Does not hatred stay the same?
Who is to blame for this crime?
My pain is explained in this rhyme.