Why is hate great again?
A poem
Why is hate great again?
Does the color of one’s skin, language or look warrant trepidation? Does one’s belief in humanity and not organized religion justify ostracizing, disrespect, incompassion or cruelty? Does one’s belief in equality threaten your concept of classism?
I am a man, a woman, neighbor and stranger. I am human and fragile, strong willed and resilient; a light of energy on a journey like yours.
Why is hate great again?
We fall victim to the sins of few. Why does one need another conduit to faith or spirituality when the vessel lies in us all?
Why does the grapple of greed take hold of a few, and wreck havoc on many? Why does one’s light hide care and empathy in the canons of scribes, politicians and pontificators?
Why is hate great again?
It hides in plain site. It requires near death experiences of one’s own light to change its hue. While some hue may never change, our light holds the key.





We ask the same questions. ❤️🔥