April 8, 2011
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Hatred is a tree planted behind an old farmhouse.
In the beginning it starts as a seed;
A small, singular, yet alive idea.
It begins; the shell breaks, the idea takes hold.
It grows; it’s roots take hold on the mind and grip tighter over the years.
It ages; it gains an ancestral look and feel and it’s bark runs coarse and abrasive.
It remains; a sentinel giant that runs through the ages one century to another.
It’s damaged; a wound too big to heal, roots grasping for terra-firma but to no avail.
It dies; and no one can remember when or where the roots began.
And the tree is chopped for firewood to keep the family warm.

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