"Hate" by Garfield N. Morgan Hate kills and hate destroys; Monuments and cities. Hate burns to ash, a thousnad joys, And of friends, makes enemies. Hate's a furnace with passion fed; A shackled soul with anger bribed; The slavemaster of men long dead, And of men who are now alive. Hate's the hell within the human mind, Bearing nought but sorrow; Fuelled by words and deeds unkind, And piercing like an arrow. Hate is the weed that chokes Love's flowers, In the gardens where they grow, And the voice that fetters reason, Saying: "No, no, no."