Hate
Looking out towards our past
many would see
much that shouldn’t be.
From the simplistic action
to centuries of suffering,
a lot should have never been.
Yet when I look at history and at
all its mistakes and
regrets
I see the one thing
that caused it all.
Hate.
Hate has killed man
both metaphorically
and literally.
History is littered
with the tragedies of hate:
betrayals
murder
assassinations
genocide.
We are more
defined by that which
we wish to kill
than what we wish
to save.
If I had the power to change
I'd change us.
I'd ripped out the parasite
that is
hate
and show it
a species worth of
anger
sadness
and loneliness
in one final act of violence
that would close the book
on the bloody tale of man's
greatest downfall.
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