Our world is sick.
Sick with a disease not a single person can cure on their own.
We live in a world plagued by hate,
And it must change.
For if we loved as strongly as we hated,
The world would heal.
We are the world,
And we are sick.
Whether we were born this way,
Or have learned to hate is a mystery to me,
But it needs to change
If we want to stop turning in the TV
To hear that people are dying
At the hands of other people.
We are sick,
Our world is dying because of hate,
And our only remedy is love.
We must eradicate hate
And love each other.
11.14.2014
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between the lines.
Poetryto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
