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Oct 2011
Some people say that they hate the world and everyone on it.  
One question...  
Do you hate me?  
Some might not reply.  
Some might tell me to mind my business  
And some will say yes  
And those who say yes    
One question: How?  
How can you hate me when you never met me?  
How can you hate me when you haven't got to know me?      



They'll reply "Oh, all of you are alike."  
No  
No, we all aren't alike  
You use that as an excuse  
Not to get to know anyone  
To wallow in your hate.  
A hate based on ignorance  
Cause its easy to hate  
Easy to be ignorant  
But its hard to forgive.  
To understand.      


You think you know me  
But you don't  
You never took the time to get to know me  
If you did, you'd never say the things you say      
You've been hurt, I know  
That doesn't mean you shouldn't pick yourself back up  
And you can't blame everyone  

You know you don't hate everyone  
You're just angry and confused  
So you lash out at everyone  
Exacerbating the problem.    

You don't want to take the time to know people  
That's the problem  
We're full of hate  
So we remain distant  
Hostile  
Suspicious  
Afraid      

We're too scared to move past our normal lifestyles  
Our normal lifestyles of hate and ignorance  
We're too scared to change.  
Because we don't know what to do afterwards.  
After the hate is gone.    

Because hate is what we've been raised to grasp.  
Hate is what we've been taught to accept.  
That nothing could be done to lessen it.  
So the hate continues.      

Some will criticize me for saying this.  
Some will ignore me for saying this.  
Some will ridicule me for saying this.  
And some will listen to me

And change....
Written by
Brian Miller
978
   Wuji
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