Hate Hates Happy

Hate hates happy on a dimensional level

Whether here or there or at some festive revel.

He hovers after closing as he stalks and trawls

Because no one I know hates nothing at all.

Misunderstanding is his costume of choice

Just popping his popcorn as his minions rejoice.

But you can wreck his rancor with sweet soothing song

And you can attack his animosity all night long.

Just refuse to dive in to his death pit of snakes

Where those bites bring headaches, heartache, and heartbreak.

Who knows what can happen if we’ll put others first

Maybe hate will start loving if aptly coerced.

If we can somehow show love when we’re amply appalled

Perhaps someday the humans will hate nothing at all.