Hatred

Where is it that it comes Such being of heart we love The tears, even our own we cry in pain Color, friend,foe, family no matter Our hatred even in vain we knock down Our beliefs, our souls, the trigger is pulled Not just by finger that even words kill A soul of such good,in the mist of dark Hatred, another dying soul know not love? But in itself it lives its own little world But even in deceit it is just as kind The people I mean, the mask they wear Even among their own, love and kindness exist Their heart's the same as us Being human to one another is shared So how is it that good and bad can exist In one's soul come hatred of a impure heart Or is it just mankind that is not pure In their own mind they find evil of doing In thought,we find hatred just for revenge But only with heart do we find us Do we find love for one another