Hate

  song—i murder hate
  i murder hate by flood or field,
  tho' glory's name may screen us;
  in wars at home i'll spend my blood—
  life-giving wars of venus.
  the deities that i adore
  are social peace and plenty;
  i'm better pleas'd to make one more,
  than be the death of twenty.
  i would not die like socrates,
  for all the fuss of plato;
  nor would i with leonidas,
  nor yet would i with cato:
  the zealots of the church and state
  shall ne'er my mortal foes be;
  but let me have bold zimri's fate,
  within the arms of cozbi!