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Why do people hate?
Why do people fight?
Why are we all divided?

How can a group persecuted, persecute another?
How can one who was made fun of, go out and do it to someone else?
How do we get put down, and then proceeded to put others down?

Will we ever learn?
Will our anger ever end?
Will we someday be happy?

What does it mean?
What is the reason?
Why do we hate?

Will we ever be free?
Will we ever be united?
Will we ever care?

Perhaps someday we can be one,
we can see past our differences,
and look to what holds us together.

Get over age old differences and be friends.
I can imagine this dream, a time
When I can be free, not afraid of what others think.
Not afraid of holding his hand in public.
To bad the dream is only in my head.