All of us hate something, or other, at one time
or another: the day, the dog, the chair
in the middle of the room. Some of us hate them,
but for different reasons: they love the wrong god,
or love the wrong person, or love the wrong color
of skin! But today I fear I hate the species
that forgot love. Such lack of love is suicide,
a migrant drowning in a sea of manic turbulence;
a refugee lost in a desert of moral counterfeits,
every border a barrier, every country my hopeless state.

God “. . . loveth the stranger, in giving him food and raiment.  Love ye therefore
the stranger: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt.”
Deuteronomy 10:19
King James translation