The water of humanity

Love really isn't a powerful thing, it doesn't shape our society.

Hate, now that's a different story.

Hate is the water of people, it shapes us, it changes things slowly like the grand canyon, or quickly like a mudslide.

Hate flows through the rocks of humanity, picking up debris of someone else's rant into your own heart.

Hate leads us into wars where a usually lifetime imprisonment punishable crime, is encouraged and committed again and again and again.

Hate makes girls starve themselves.

Hate leaves brothers, sons, fathers, sisters, daughters, and mothers hanging from a rope.

It isn't love that shapes the earth, it’s hate.

 

 

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