About the Poem
Hate hurts the person doing the hating. I do not believe there is anything as destructive to one's self. To hate anyone is to be less than you can be.
My Garden (The Danger Of Hate) |
| by John LeClare |
| I have a garden I grow discord and hate I feed my heart From its bitter plate My plants need no water No tending No care They grow on my soul Consume everything fair They grow very strong Spread very fast Filling my being My future My past |
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