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Oct 2010
We say we want some peace,
but yet we don't even try.
Our children are raised to hate,
and never to ask why.
People are suffering everywhere,
because hate's so widely spread.
And when I look in the paper,
someone new is dead.
People have there problems,
and they don't need anymore.
But hate can come in any form,
when you walk out your front door.
What is hate really like?
To those who do not know.
Color, Age, or Sexuality,
hate is what will flow.
We might not like each other,
but hate is not the way.
It's hard enough to live,
In this modern day.
We need to act our age,
and raise our children well.
Hatred is a crime,
to everyone I'll tell.
JT-TJ
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