And grow it did.

It's fine rootlike structures
connect the teeth of rage
trellis the throat of anger
bratchet the belly of hate.

It turns its many flowered head
to sunlike rays
of words
of acts
of consequence
that feed the kernel
prejudice

to blossoming profusion.

And that is why people like
your mother, father, brother,
you
are capable of being fertile ground,
a host if you will,
a sprouting patch
for the hating seed.

One need not cultivate it.
These seeds run rampant in us
grow wild like weeds
proliferate on little.

And so it is
that a fruit seized in overreaching
has left us embedded with pits
which hot-house in us, easily,
harvests of hate.