To hate someone is already a sin,
though it takes a violent action to
express it, and from the turmoil within
the ideas that compel a recourse to.
The reactions, be it of verbal threats,
of stiffening limbs, or shaking of the fists,
are tempered by a sense of just deserts
on which a law within ourselves insists.
But though we do not strike a fatal blow
each time we vent our hatred, for a fact
the mortal blow is struck, that's in the show
of the position of no coming back.
In the terrible instruments of death,
of knife and firearm, or bomb, is hate
given a sacrament, the stopping of breath
of all its expressions the ultimate.