Hate is a powerful thing; it consumes you, twists you, and rots your very being.  You have never been to a strife-filled country, where tyranny and poverty rule the masses; a family line wiped from existence by plague, petulance and starvation. 

An entire country condemned because of their race, religion, creed or political beliefs; forced into oppression, bent to another’s will; forced to live no better than animals. 

This is true hate; never seen a child decimated by a blade larger than his own stature; by a man for no other reasons than of race. 

You travel through life hating all around you; for what, the ignorance and stupidity of man.  Their beliefs, behaviors, the way they dress, walk or talk.  Gifted with wealth of an enormous magnitude, maybe not by our fattened, well-lived comfortable standards, but by comparison to the above, it is truly a gift not to be taken lightly.

Would it be better to live in a home, a home built out of thatches and tin; or to defecate in hole dug in the mud; consume one meager meal of rice a day, a week, a month or never.   Watch your loved one’s fall forever from the sharpened blades and bullets of those who oppress, for no other reason than the shape of a nose.  Watch the ones you care for, defiled by the evil of man as they laugh and celebrate in your pain, sorrow and demise. 

These are the things worth hating not the masses of the ignorant and stupid; those you should pity.