Teaching Love

It's time I say this In all honesty I hate this Because this nation was born from a forsaken generation That dreamed of uplifting and mitigating the statements Of those who tried to break us Now WE are the opressors We need to pressure the presses Tell them "Every life is precious" These days hatred is inherent; Defiling our predecessors Equality is what we need, yet lack This nation is depressing Because two people in love Are denied by hate to express it But it's more than that; behind them is a voice Shriveled and weak from disuse; and it's choice Is to remain silent while being force fed lies That the two in front are abominations of God So the voice asks "What is it that makes me alive?" "If all I've learned is I'm diffrent," "Is it living a facade?"