Barriers of silence ***** between thoughts;
ideas fly swiftly- quick for assault.
Faith is believing, and yet, so is hatred:
believing that violence should sprout from a fault.

Panic seems pointless with no direct threat,
but passionate parties may always persuade
the vulnerable masses that dose off in class
until one shy doubt turns into one grand crusade.

Some follow shadows of half-hearted speakers
who cast magic words like a fairy tale witch.
Most never realize that as they draw swords
for a misguided army, they sew their own stitch.

Cities to marvel at now lay in ruin.
Striking young muses have been stripped of grace,
though often these faces aren’t pummeled by nature,
but swiftly destroyed by some “better race”.

“**** those deceivers! Down with the wicked!”
Enraged by injustice, they charge and they swarm
until all the “righteous” paint warm hope through violence
becoming the enemy’s worst fear reborn.

Sometimes we despise those who bring a friend hurt
or passively snarl at those we can’t describe,
but until we embrace that we all make mistakes
we are nothing but lookers into the other side.