A beating heart
beats for life.
A beating heart
doesn’t beat so you can strife.
The purpose of life
is different in many ways
but using your life to fight
is a waste of your final days.
Why do you hate
and then pretend
that all your hate warrants
another existence end?
It’s a shame you believe
that another human being
is so different
therefore you hurt their well-being.
Your beating heart
is confused and cold
your beating heart
is sour and smells like mold
Page, South Dakota
I wrote this because I see so much hatred in our world and I don’t understand why.
