at this very moment in time,
I am terrified for the future
of the human race
I wake up each day and hear things
no man should hear
and yet each day I wake up
and I am assaulted with a world
speeding towards the brink of
oblivion
I have no comment
on what is right
or wrong,
to each man his own
has always been the
nature of this universe.
but on the things we now hold dear:
the ignorance
the xenophobia
the arrogance
the paranoia
the fear
I cannot reconcile them
so much hate,
has become the norm
hate for others,
hate for difference,
hate for abnormality,
hate for normality
no one
knows the true meaning
of love
anymore
each person walks into the day
holding a brandished steel in one hand
and a hardened shield in the other
nobody knows how to be vulnerable
or how to leave the vulnerable be
we all act like warriors
battling in some unforgiving
war
yet we are not,
we are simple people
trying to live simple
lives.
on this day,
nine years ago,
a tragedy was struck
that the world will never
forget
on this day,
forty-seven years ago,
a miracle occurred
that only a few have ever
noticed
on this day,
one of these past events
blocks out the
other
hate has eclipsed love
and in this moment of
time:
I am fearful,
for the future of
humanity
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:28 AM UTC
at this very moment in time,
I am terrified for the future
of the human race
I wake up each day and hear things
no man should hear
and yet each day I wake up
and I am assaulted with a world
speeding towards the brink of
oblivion
I have no comment
on what is right
or wrong,
to each man his own
has always been the
nature of this universe.
but on the things we now hold dear:
the ignorance
the xenophobia
the arrogance
the paranoia
the fear
I cannot reconcile them
so much hate,
has become the norm
hate for others,
hate for difference,
hate for abnormality,
hate for normality
no one
knows the true meaning
of love
anymore
each person walks into the day
holding a brandished steel in one hand
and a hardened shield in the other
nobody knows how to be vulnerable
or how to leave the vulnerable be
we all act like warriors
battling in some unforgiving
war
yet we are not,
we are simple people
trying to live simple
lives.
on this day,
nine years ago,
a tragedy was struck
that the world will never
forget
on this day,
forty-seven years ago,
a miracle occurred
that only a few have ever
noticed
on this day,
one of these past events
blocks out the
other
hate has eclipsed love
and in this moment of
time:
I am fearful,
for the future of
humanity
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