To Grasp Unity

August 9, 2013

As humans, we often label people.

We don't care to think about it, but our words can be lethal.

Our words have become more dangerous than any gun.

The spirits of those people begin to diminish, feeling they will always be shunned.

As a people we have to change. We can no longer call others strange, because of differences

We all get look at differently because of race, orientation, and even beliefs.

Someday when we grow, and learn acceptance, and equality; we will all gather and gasp.

As we all look in our hearts, and feel the sense of great relief.

We all feel it. As we know this idea will come to fruition. People will then understand true bliss.

Hopefully when this time comes, the world won't look back, and hatred is something we won't miss.

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