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.