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Where Does Hate Start?

Where Does Hate Start?

Why are they the enemy
And why are we afraid
Is this not reality
That somehow God has made?

Why must life be evil
It started out as good
Do we blame the people
And what they've misunderstood?

Why are they the enemy
Why must we live in fear
Can't we believe our fantasy
Of how love shall appear?

If everyone is evil
Than no one deserves help
For God there is no equal
And that's how the cards are dealt

Why are they the enemy
Why must we go to war
And tear apart the family
To even up the score?

Is it in the name of evil
That one side must be right
Are we pointing out the Devil
That we must choose to fight?

Why are they the enemy
Are we that self assured
To offer up calamity
When they refuse our word?

Are we certain of their evil
Do we know what's in their hearts
Are we really on the level
Making sure hate never starts?

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Tony Taylor

Hey JOHN!!... Love the poetic questioning you've posed here...... great sense of rhythm here... especially when you read it aloud....... well conceived and delivered........ALL STARS!!...... no good without evil...... no dark without light!!........ well done brother poet!!..... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo. ?✳✴☀

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John Morris

Thanks for the kind words Tony Taylor

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