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I was not hated

     because of that

and cannot understand

     how anyone was

I was not taught

     that I must fear

that others would hate me

     because of that

in simple days when I was young

     and I would play in bright sun

fields of green and flowers bright

     and simple joys of the young

I friends and I all would play

     on every day joy had we

until the day where we would part

     and I did go where they did not

I was taught by adults

     what to believe and what was right

and what to do on a day

     where the others still would play

of my friends someone come

     and some others they would not

and the rift between us grew

     and some would hate us because we did

and when we went we were taught

     of the story of who we were

of the hatred that others held

     and of all the violence our history held

taught of how others did hate

     and some of us they would kill

because they did not understand

     we were the same as our fellow man

our people hunted and driven forth

     tarred and feathered and houses burned

cast into prison without charge

     where the mobs would come and kill

and as I grew I did learn

     of the truth of the words

I was hated for my beliefs

     and persecuted because of them

there were jobs I could not have

     and opportunities denied to me

places where I could not go

     and many things I could not do

I was taught to understand

     to be a friend of all mankind

to never hate for who they were

     that we all my brothers be

no I do not understand

     why they are hated because of that

and could never know how it was

     to be hated because of that

but I have learned that hate runs free

     and is done for many of the things

because of beliefs and differences

     and of things we did not choose

oh that we might choose to be

     full of love for everyone

accepting of the differences in

     who we are and what we may be