Think of Iago and his motiveless malignity 

It fills him and gives meaning to his life 

It goads him to action, however dreadful 

It ties him to the daily beauty of a life

That shows his own as ugly 

Yes, jealousy does colour his pure hatred 

But he hates good simply because it’s good 

And he is evil. 

That’s the very devil. 

Hate is his Fate

But Hate keeps him alive.

Others around him are murdered or commit suicide 

But he remains alive even when wounded

And has to be executed. 

 

Hate is a force, and to deny it is foolish. 

Hate is a huge motivator.

It takes good people a long time to understand this 

For they tend to believe in the power of Love 

And that is not wrong 

But it can make them oblivious to or unbelieving of

the power of Hate.

Hate may spring from weakness and end in nothingness 

But while it lives, it can be a formidable force

And it is not easy to fight and eliminate

For Hate of course cannot be killed with Hate 

It also cannot be killed with innocence or simplicity 

It needs patience and it needs ingenuity.

 

Fortunately, Love has both, in plenty 

But only if it is true, lasting and mature 

Young and impetuous Love is often no match

For Ancient Hatred.

 

Old Nick is wily

As was the Serpent.