Hate

It is a fragile living.
A life not made for this world.
I am not allowed to be a being,
Merely present, never wished.

Into a world of hate,
I was hurled.
But through repression,
I had to learn compassion.

For the wounds, they create,
Was not a product of chance.
It was brewed long before they emerged.
A deadly stance.

Why should they bear the weight,
Of these ancient mistakes?
Make not enemies of the people,
That do not understand.

Love them.

We are all within the same boat.
We need to stay afloat.
On this earth we all are the same.
Maybe it is time we share the blame.

x,
Ez