To that thing that kills someone everyday

Dear Hate,

They tell us not to say

Your name.

“It’s too strong a word,”

They say,

“Use dislike instead.”

But I can’t.

I mean, you’re

Everywhere.

Attacks here,

Shootings there.

Deaths, injuries,

Kidnappings, corruptions

And explosions.

All in the name

Of your cause.

A pointless cause,

Might I add.

I mean, what would anyone

Get out of it?

There is no satisfaction,

There is no gratification.

At the end of the day,

Your players are beaten down

And empty inside.

Have you heard about

The sunken refugee ship

In the Mediterranean Sea?

Your probably have.

It was a group of your disciples

Who deliberately shot

Holes in the side of a ship.

A ship full of people trying to escape you!

Don’t feel too proud because

What you don’t

Know is that nine people

Survived.

So what?, you may say

Nine out of five hundred?

Those numbers are pretty good

For you.

But they are also good

For me.

I mean, nine people

Beat you.

They won.

They overcame the struggle.

They overcame you!

So, here’s the thing:

You’re losing.

The more people

You seduce with

Your spiteful word,

With your destructive gospel.

The more you draw in,

The more reject you.

For every five hundred refugees you kill,

Nine live to tell their story.

To tell others of how

They beat the dragon,

How they beat the monster,

How they beat the antagonist.

You’re losing, Hate,

So you might as well

Just give up now.