For The Hate Which We Are Known

There is no such thing as the honorable human,

Or the honest man who does his responsibilities dutifully,

Or the considerate woman who is selfless to those around her

Instead, there is the prejudice of those around us.

Be it color, or gender, the level of schooling and knowledge, or ethnicity.

There is simply the man hating the woman, the white hating the black,

And to say so otherwise that we, who call ourselves so evolved beyond hate,

Would be to call one's self a liar, a slave to what we are known for,

Instead of giving into the truths, dissolving our prides,

And shedding light onto the hate we are so known for.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not a poem, so much as the way we live.

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sanctus's picture

well done

well done

Joel's picture

Truth is always good.
Great piece.

"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"