What is this world I call my home?

The hurt, the pain, the continuous guilt that plagues us all

The uncountable people that take the fall,

For the horrible acts done not by or through them,

For what reason are the lights of love so dim?

For what reason must we all be at war, inside ourselves,

Now I ask You, my friend, What For? What For?

What good can come from hatred and sin?

What will we gain from hating other men?

Why does this world today believe,

That we cannot just love, but that we must deceive.

As I stand here today, I want to know.

How much hatred and rage must we show?

How long until this world, will wake up and see.

This hate, this anger, this rage against all.

Is getting us nowhere, nowhere at all.

All it is doing is pulling us apart,

Necessary is not, this pain in our heart.

If we continue, our uncompassionate ways,

This country, this world, will have numbered days

As I leave you with this,

Please consider my words,

For if our ways continue, Our Pain will be worse.

And if out hate is spread,

All throughout this land

There will not be much pride, in being today’s man.