Hatred is a Weapon

Hatred is a weapon
A weapon in and of itself
Hatred is a knife blade
A bullet from a gun
And those who would employ it
Keep it ready on the mantelshelf

They take it down most often
As often as they can
They polish it 
They practice it
And it makes each of them a madman

Hatred is the weapon
Hatred is what kills
It poisons
It destroys
Those in its sights, it gives the chills

If there's ever to be peace in our land
Peace from coast to coast
We must all put our weapons down
From near to farthermost