Circle of Hate

you'd think that by now,

all this would be over.

that we'd be color blind,

and to our fellow human, kind!

you'd think, by now

we'd realize 

that hatred and violence never solved 

a single problem, just brought more strife. 

but no. all the old wounds,

all the pain and prejudice of yester years

are once more bare and open, festering,

once more we fight the same wars. 

history's a circle

what goes around comes around 

today's your day,

comes tomorrow, who knows what may?

break the circle of pain

walk in the shoes

of your forefather's brother,

but also those of his enemy and other.

for until you look in the mirror

and see that your opposite

is just you,

wirh your world upside down

how will we ever grow?

and as fhe generations pass

how will we take a single step of progress

and not return to the same place?