When I was young I thought many things.
I thought that no one could truly hate,
that all anyone ever wanted
was to be heard and understood.
That a moment in deep thought could banish
any notion that we are different
and cause us to only see similarities.
When I was young I thought these things
but what I didn’t think was that
I could be wrong,
because as I grew I slowly came to learn
that the world is filled with terrible things.
People hate others because of
the beliefs they cling to
despite the hate they could easily lose.
People always find a reason to hate others.
Colour. Origin. Wealth or lack thereof. Religion.
All of these can fuel hate filled rants.
But I also learned that this
doesn’t need to be the case
because in the end it is not
hatred that prevails
but love that heals and warms
but most of all brings us closer together
and we can begin to see
how we are the same rather than
how we may differ.