What Is Hatred,But Absence Of Love?

It is neither saffron nor red,or,green,
But,black-spread all over and unseen;
Revered in hearts,behind the eyes-bright,
And ruling the minds-vulnerable and keen.

This voice-harsh and hard to quell,
Born in the ashes of love and mercy,
Alienates the core,but not the shell,
In its attempt to set the beast free.

The art,the fallout of this twisted will,
Knows only one other priceless hue,
That's to be spilled to fulfill,
And will take nothing else in lieu.

The artists and their innocent muse,
Part with blood,breath and lives,
In the futile effort to let the demon loose,
And in tears that follow,the hatred thrives.

What is hatred,but absence of love?
To forgive,not forsake,is the need right now;
Let's invoke Buddha,Mohammad and the Christ,
To abate with love,the human mind's heist.