Where does the hate come from
When a soul, killed for it's religion,
Will be prayed for in every church across the land
When for every person who suffers in silence
a thousand will speak for them
When a single piece of hatred should be buried
by the myriad love which flows from the common man
a plethora, of affection from every man, woman and child
It is Pandora's paradox, when she opened that box.
From it spread no misery, famine, war or poverty and there, remained no flutter of hope.
What sprung from that box was the good intentions, friendship, comradely; the love.
and what remained but a flutter was hatred, but like hope, it could grow.
Hatred flutters onto the breast of one pastor, and a congregation fears their brothers and sisters in the kirk down the road.
Hatred lands in the hand of a leader, and the boats follow, along with the mob to drive the innocent onto them.
But hatred will fade, one day.
And on that day, the hatred which drove the soul to be killed; Will be nowhere to be seen in the churches
Which mourn it
Written on the 50th anniversary of Lennon's peace protest