ML (6/30/89 / Toledo Ohio)

Why The Hate

Life is a crooked walk
Down the valley of our daily work
But who count the sober steps?
From infancy till time is up
For here is a passing place of sin

Unknown to us strangers of divers skin
So we arrived in wonder and wound
Each other for one reason that is never found
Who count the precious loss?
Of our lost ones oh what a cost

Why the prize of blood?
Not of color pure blood!
The flow in us is red
The reason why we are one
Now who cares?

Through hate and ignorance we kill one another
If only love can bind us together
Open our blind eyes
To really see
What is our gain if we do not love
For God is love!

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