to rage . . . to war . . .

My heart aches for the words of hate that echo on either side

Spewed here and there and reverberated in my own heart.

We hit the streets, the podiums, our invisible platforms 

in mass and with the greatest of intentions 

For we know that we must do something.

We must speak out

We must stand up, move out, bring with 

We must take action 

Rage, Rage, Rage 

against the wrong, the unjust, the ignorant, the blind,

And this is not bad for we see the end that is the good.

And in some twisted way my heart breaks to say these next words,

But it is not all good nor right nor just nor fair,

It is indeed my own biased truth 

And with good in mind

I’ve twisted, distorted and rendered it unrecognizable.

For if I were to truly hold you to the truth I ask you to see me by

I could find you guilty of everything but only deserving of the love I crave for my own.

So stand up, speak out, move forward 

Do the things your heart longs for 

but do it not by hate

but by the love that none of us have earned.

By the grace of humanity I hope to see 

a brand new world 

Hate is not conquered in a volley of words 

Where wrong meets wrong to find a right in the end.

O, but hate dissolves inside a mirror 

Where we are forced to look, to see,

To move in closer to the he or she or they that looks more like you than you would ever care to know.

Where the only choice that can be made to render hate null and void 

Is to love, to love, to love some more