I look around and see destruction. We try to shield our eyes from it, try to look closer to home and see violence still, but at least it’s intermingled with love.
And still, all we see is the hatred bred by man; it’s in the news, it’s on TV, it’s in the papers, it’s in our thoughts and in our hearts, constantly beating away at our walls until we’ve broken down and surrendered to whatever comes to scavenge the pieces.
And then I see people praying for a better world. But why?
It’s not the world that’s bringing us down. It’s not the trees, asking for us to burn them, it’s not the ocean begging for our plastic life, it’s not the animals lining up for the slaughter like the sheep looking for the newest cell phone.
The problem is us. 
We feed the fire and then pray for someone to extinguish it.
We’re told to ‘fire at will,’ but no one has the will not to fire. We’re told to recycle, but why are we even initiating this damned cycle? We’re told we need love, yet you force-feed us hate.
We want to set a good example for our children, but our children learn to be just like us: spiteful and mean like the fiends that we treat them as. 
Look at the youth: she’s nice, he thinks, she loves, he listens; they learn.
But, if one toe is caught over the line, you strip our characters and instill your own values and everything falls apart for us. 
Now she’s a bitch, he’s a drunk, she’s a backstabber, he’s ignorant; they’re issues. 
But look who’s made us this way. If you looked past all the superficial faces you’d see your own reflection; it’s just contorted by confusion and pain and rejection. 
We’re not all the same like we’re made out to be, but we’re still echoes of you. 
All of it could change in a matter of moments. If we just started caring a new world would mean nothing, if the world that we wish for is the one that we have. I promise you this, our problem is us. So just change your mind, put down your guns: this new world that you crave comes from love and trust.