Hate, Death, and Destruction Vs. Creativity

Never would I have believed, Such things could be true, That people would conceive such evil, In their unGodly desire to hurt you... Your crime?: existence You have no right- Just ask a holocaust survivor of their Nazi plight... Ask the dead in lower Manhattan, Slain for a version of God, In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see... I sometimes wonder if I want.. to be part of this world... And just when I think I'm sure, That this is not where I want to be, Some sweet, innocent soul comes along, to much befuddle me,... I've lately found a treasure trove, of just such wonderful people, Who's very existence stopped me from "flying the coop"... 'Cause these are my wonderful poet-friends, From good old PoetrySoup.