blood

Why do we learn to love before we learn to hate?
Is it so reality can pummel our dreams and fate?
Is it so we learn to accept others as our brothers?
Or to resent all others ?

Do we learn not to fight?
Or do we welcome the cries in the night?
Is the violence justified?
Or are all morals gone in the tide ?

And what about the stolen ones
Will we be forgotten like everyone
Just one person in poor times
No guilt reason or rhyme

The greed land money and all
Leads to a vial brawl
The massacre may seem quick
But the scars and blood are thick

Will we ever forgive and love like a child
Is a peaceful world within a mile?
Will we ever reach it
Or fall to death trying