Hate
I found myself walking through a valley of great beauty.
Looking around, I saw a peculiar sight.
Lion's were laying with Lamb's.
Canines were prancing with felines.
Tiger's were drinking with deer.
I wondered, where the hatred had gone?
The animal's then noticed me, showing a great fear.
I wondered, why are they afraid of me?
A bird then flew to me, and wispered in my ear.
You do not belong!
Asking why, I was told.
You, are the hate!
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2007
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