I saw this quote today on Facebook. I wrote a poem about 4 years ago that goes along with this idea. Appropriate for many situations today I think. Poem follows the quote.
-A Quote from Martin Luther King, Jr., 1963.
“Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man’s sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.”
A Quote From the Sanskrit – a chant:
“Hatred never ceases by hatred, but by love alone is healed. This is the ancient and eternal law.”
Black As Deepest Night A Poem by Carolyn Donnell
Hatred is a beetle, black as deepest night.
A scorpion whose poison stings the hater’s heart.
Revenge is the brother, leaving trails of acid slime
heaped with devastation, inside the hater’s life.
Even if the vengeance is earned or well deserved,
Hatred pulls the hater down to the enemy’s world.
The hater drowns in his own blood.
The hated one goes on unharmed.
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