Hatred, and Dr. Phil's 'Fix'

A few thoughts on hatred- and, maybe 'a few' on Dr. Phil-

Hatred, and Dr. Phil's 'Fix' ~

So . . . hate . . .

It's just an illusion, right? Something that people make up to push their pieces around,

Which can be combated back into their right places,

With the correct, moral conduct-code?

You know what they are. You say them to yourself every day-

Or at least, a mantra similar to these Dr. Phil type of beauties . . . (And we all do it! No need to lie to me about it).

You haven't lost your ability to inspire others. You haven't lost your ability to be a friend. You haven't lost your ability to read, yet (with current technology trends peaking, it is arguably possible that you will at some point)-

Or have you?

Why didn't you answer the friend that asked you to go on a coffee house date; and let it hang in the beams of your stagnant thoughts? Pushed away by the eruptions of violence, jealousy, and anger, that took parliament-

Why did you allow it to wax useless?

Have you forgotten how to be a friend?

Have you forgotten how to extend your arms, around another person? How to hug all of their fears, and problems into oblivion, when they are crying into your neck?

How to bandage someone else's troubles with the-

Simplest of medicines?

A gentle pat?

You've done your Ph Dissertation on the arts of congenital medicine . . .

You can speak in great political maxims,

And have become renown in the TED Talk medium -

For unparalleled eloquence-

But, have you forgotten how to look into the eyes into another person,

And, in the simplest exchange- in utter quietude -

In a universal dialect,

Say, 'I trust you?'

You haven't lost your ability to speak-

Why haven't you allowed your words to entwine themselves into the lives of other people, like a guiding beam of light- to tell someone who loves to sing that they are the voice the world needs? To inspire a child who paints to continue, and tell them they are the color the world is lacking?'

Why have you expended them uselessly, in between stretched maxims of hate?

You can say the words

'Supremacist, Bigot, Sexist, Xenophobic, Misogynist, Homophobic, Islamophobic, and atheist,' in one line,

Speak about the arts of congenital medicine

To a group of astute researchers, who look up to you as a field Buddha-

And yet you,

Have no voice with which to speak,

No, arms with which to console,

Have no eyes with which to read-

since you are basically blind to the words others write you, anyhow-

And you say that hate is- what- just an illusion- ?

Hm. No worries, though. Maybe you all just need to watch a rerun of Dr. Phil. I’m sure he’ll fix it . . .