The Dangers Of Hate
Do I exist, do I matter, am I garbage/
A voice whispers in my soul's dark passage/
I am a person too with feelings that swell/
Deserving as much as the rest of you/
Can't you tell/
Isolation is no fun, a cruel sentence/
Ostracized, I stand in my own defense/
Singled out in unjust hate, I ponder/
Why do they deem me garbage, I wonder/
I've done nothing wrong/
Just tried to be me/
But hatred blinds those who refuse to see/
In a world that should cherish/
Uplift, embrace/
The poison of hate/
Turns it to a desolate place/
Together we stand/
Though many are apart/
Healing begins when love fills the heart/
Break the chains it creates/
And build a world/
Where compassion radiates/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2025
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