But Why Hate?

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.