Never Too Late to Diminish the Hate

“A world so hateful

Someone would rather die

Than be who they really are.”

We let the hate consume us

And when it dies

We ache to exhume it.

The power of hurt not only eats us alive

But endorses us to eat others alive.

Once we receive hate

We spread hate.

WE feed them the bait.

Teenagers left and right

Taking their lives;

An outcome we could have altered.

Maybe if we treated them with kindness

Their thoughts of suicide

would have faltered.

What would the world be like

If forgiveness was overbearing in our hearts?

What would the world be like

If we substitute anger for kindness as a start?

Less homicides

Suicides

Painful cries.

Step by step

Day by day

The world could change.

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