Love or Hate?

I stand upon my balcony,
And stare out at the world,
Quietly thinking of where we went wrong,
Was it when we dared to love,
That our hate became so very strong?

Was it at the moment,
That the cords that connect,
Our fragile bodies to our mothers,
Are cut and we are separated?

Is it because we no longer believe,
That any of these things will work,
Our dreams have been replaced,
With Cynicism and Realism?

We let ourselves dream,
Of worlds unknown and unseen,
Only when we hold a book,
So that pages of words will lead.

But then why, my friends,
Do we find it so hard,
To apply that imagination,
That courage?

We fear it, 'tis true,
Because we know not where it leads,
Why should we let our dreams lead us,
To unknown paths and darkness?

Instead we watch a world,
Filled with bloodshed and tears,
With heavy hearts and guilty minds,
Because we are too afraid.

We dare not let ourselves love,
For hate comes so easily,
It hurts much less,
But it bleeds much more.

Our dreams are shattered,
Stomped on by those,
Who declare themselves,
As the ever-present Authority.

But who are they,
To tell us what we can dream of?
Who are they,
To tell us we cannot love?

Is it wrong to want to help another?

Is it wrong to love another?

Why should we care about those pointless things-

Race?

Gender?

Sexuality?

Economic Background?

Why should they dictate to us in any way at all?

At the end, my friends,
The decision is yours alone.
Will you stand tall and give your love,
Or hate and stand alone?