What aghast consumes us to not share a lil of what we have,
Is it being bereft of our nature?
Our astounding nature to love,
Why have we locked it deep within hatred,
So one must suffer,
To have what we were made to already give,
What inspires you to hate?
It is for a fact a misleading virtue,
It doesn't strengthen the roots of ones power,
It robs and dwindles a lil of his nature as a man,
And makes him unrecognisable,
a stranger to those familiar,
So tell me dear father,
Why do you hate?
What is the cause of your perpetual anguish?
