Pollution of the heart and mind
Runs rampant in the human haze.
And drowning in this sea of life,
How hard it is not to hate.
Human beings have always been a reeking mess, and I admit I find it
difficult not to despise the entire species, the fact I belong to it
notwithstanding. In the midst of this week's most publicized horror,
I've found some damn good hearts among my friends and acquaintances, of
all political affiliations, races, religious leanings (or lack thereof),
and for at least this fleeting moment, I can say
How hard it is to hate.
How hard it is to hate.
