The Face of Hate

I know the face of hate

It is every face

It is any face

It is an empty face

It is a narrow pair of piercing eyes

It is an unfeeling, angry expression

A puffy set of lips

Around an almost open mouth

I see it everyday

It is uncaring

In its ignorance it does not know

It has no reason and needs no excuse

It is born from a life of frustration

An unforgiving, cheap life

Where nothing works

Except the people

It is a face

Of shear, utter exasperation