that’s so quick to dehumanize,
that tries to make fellow human beings
That wrong job they do.
Loving the wrong who.
The wrong hue of the skin.
The wrong sex, income, religion…
Why the need to spend lives
living hate-filled lies,
embracing motives ulterior
to satisfy feeling superior?
It’s a toxic meal,
convinced insecurities will heal
when feeding off hatred’s bottom
only swells the problem.
The moment we believe we’re better
is the instant we’re proved wrong.
©February 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne