Hate
Hate is such an evil thing,
it does nothing but destroy,
many times it is the first thought to so many girls and boys.
We are all so very different, and in that sense we are the same.
Yet bigoted words and racial slurs fill so many of us with shame.
Hate breaks down all we build
it will consume the world in flames,
yet even in the face of the evidence,
too many deny the pain.
It's our differences that makes us stronger,
only if we allow it does it makes us weak
and far too many shackled minds
keep us from the answers we all seek.
Hate is the opposite of everything,
that we were meant to understand.
How many times has hate taken from us
and needed a helping hand?
It is gruesome and vindictive
unattractive in every way,
but thanks to those shallow minds
hate lives on, it thrives,
it is here to stay
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