what if all the souls on earth had cellophane skin and we could see every organ and watch the blood flow to and fro from the heart as it beats steadily beneath the ribs what then would we choose to hate for surely man cannot live without hate would we choose how a voice sounds oh i suspect not we’d probably rely on color again except now the color of one’s eyes
a broad based biochemical compound derived from dead tissue produced through cognitive manipulation when mixed with rational thoughts friendly rivalries are produced but in its purest form it’s hatred where some of its byproducts include racism religious intolerance toxic masculinity blood feuds xenophobia and of course war
guess the clinical definition of depression would apply to a lot of folks these days so many of us having to bury family and friends as the dust from their graves swirls in the winds of hatred it settles on my beliefs turning them ashen but i recall hearing someone say when you’ve laughed more days than you’ve cried it’s been a good life
what shall we place on america’s gravestone here lies a nation aborted by its greed and intolerance of its own history or an unborn promise made with its fingers crossed concealed behind a back of hate and prejudice all the while scripting words constituting a justification for continuation of an oligarchy but with more than one king a feudal state with all the trappings of the middle ages
this path
of
freedom
is strewn
with
shards of hate
a path
not chosen
walking barefoot
into the night
pain
with
each step made
they say
i should be
grateful
that i’m
permitted
to walk
gathered up
my
memories
and
placed them
upon
my mind’s table
sorted
through
a few
and
tossed others
aside
especially
the ones
tainted
by
the hatred
of
others
there
were quite
a few
of
those
including
several
i had not
recognized before
but
i
like others
are
haunted
by
apparitions
of
yesterday’s
trust and belief
in
any case
the remaining memories
were
of
loves lost
and
loves unclaimed
each
unique
in their own way
none
could
or
should
be regretted
just
past moments
in
time
unclaimed baggage
from
a trip
long completed
if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books
Read Between the Minds 