I will not always,
say things that you like,
but make no mistake
that is my right,
to hold in my heart,
for that which I’ll fight.
I have opinions,
as do you, too,
but do suspect,
that far too few do,
disagree with effect.
Bear that in mind,
with whomever you like.
But remember,
they too have a right,
to believe and hold dear,
for that which they’ll fight.
You may be wrong.
You may be right.
You may find joy,
in silence respite,
But recall;
no hatred is might.
It is formed by a mind,
fearing to accept,
disagreements and pleads,
to be better, correct.
But humanity’s needs,
must turn off our hatred.
Our anger and spite.
So we together, embrace,
for that which we’ll fight.
So drink from the cup,
of wisdom and truth,
denying the rituals,
formed in man’s youth.
It may be there that we found them,
now they’re uncouth.