Evil

Does evil not know what it is
Is it so, because it is beside itself
It hates and feels it's right
As it is easier to hate than to love
It gathers the mob under its flag
That makes hatred respectable
Lynching an act of love
For the holy cows;
The good cannot hate
Even what hates it
For it knows what poison tree
Evil has eaten from
What fruit it has taken
At whose devious counsel
What paradise it lost
When it listened to the beast.