Humanity, a design of grace,
Each individual crafted by the Divine.
Clear to see their grace,
Seen in their faces, smiles, hearts, and minds,
Beauty envelops their every move, every act,
Humanity, Beauty without end.

Oh, how easy to see, but we do not see;
By divergences, we are blind.
Blind to all that is good, we hate;
Existing in different skins, we hate;
Speaking in different tongues, we hate;
Loving in different ways, we hate;
Living in different ways, we hate;
Calling divinity by different names, we hate;
Pledging loyalty to different states, we hate.

But why?
Too hard to love?
To see we are the same?
That our hearts beat the same life through our veins?

From divinity we have fallen.
Without love, this sight, our grace, crafted in the image of the Divine, is tarnished.
Made beautiful but free to fall, we choose to fall with hatred in our hearts.
With this hatred, this blindness, our paradise is lost.