The Color of Hate

If hate was a color,
It would be green
As envious as a blade of grass looking at a flower.
If hate was a taste
It would be just like a bitter green banana.
If hate was a feeling
It would be as sharp as a needle in a shot.
If hate was a smell
It would be as sulferous as a cigarette's second-hand smoke.
If hate was a sound,
It would be as deafening as a loud air-raid siren.