The Hate Beneath Us
As we trample the tranquil blades of green beneath our feet,
rushing towards the hate,
vast and without purpose,
we destroy not only our world but also our understanding of what makes us human.
Once the venom fills our veins we will never be able to use the looking glass again, for rage blocks our ability to see one's own belonging within the savanna.
We must remind ourselves that the answer lies not under the dirt, but rather in the air we breathe.
The unity of each courageous breath that passes our lips,
able to form a zephyr of strength.
One that will never gasp, one that will never fade.
One that will never know the silence of fear.
Do not forgive and forget, rather, relent and remember.
We only have a limited number of breaths to take,
find a purpose in each one.
For once they run out there will be no one left to hate.
As we come to our final rest,
covered by the green beneath our feet.
January 15, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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