Hatred's not a flower; yet, it grows.
It consumes us from our head down to our toes.
We dare not look beyond a person's skin,
lest we find a heart lies deep within.
We torment and we criticize with glee,
we neither look nor do we dare to see.
We justify our acts; sadistic games,
then lend support to friends who do the same.
We choose our words of hatred to abuse.
We dare not put ourselves in others' shoes.
Of prejudice we will not break the tie.
So how, my friends, do we diversify.
