“But wait,” you say. “How can any of this be true?”
All the rote lessons we swallowed whole in school.
Will you avow our lives are wasted? You’re a fool.
Think about the young children playing long before
they have ever been taught to hate or what to want.
It’s a thing they cannot describe or attempt to name.
Still, they have been convinced that others have it.
What a sad tale we carry inside of us until the end.
Far more easily than thought, feelings are shared.
Although the frightened may cower or may attack.
The fear that they are feeling, what made this lack?
You don’t know, nor do I, yet I will hazard a guess.
It’s something we all had at one time, I’ll confess.
Who will teach us if we won’t allow peace to lead?
Love that fills and guides our souls, I say honestly
lets us share our joy and pain as it was meant to be.