Life, they say, isn't fair,

But should it not aspire to be?

For deep within, we're all the same,

With matching organs and shared bones.

When daggers pierce our hearts,

We all bleed the same crimson hue.

So why should our differences define,

Who we allow ourselves the accept?

Once, perhaps, the world was just,

Where such things held no sway.

But that notion slipped through our grasp,

Dissipating beneath the weight of ill will.

When did love's choice become a burden?

How can anyone truly comprehend?

Observe those who preach of higher love,

Yet love the least in their actions unkind.

They seize the air, their words a sword,

Crushing souls with cruel intent.

"Love thy neighbor as thyself," they say,

But these words falter when neighbors differ.

Hate does not reside within our bones,

But in the recesses of misguided minds.

Ignorant teachers sow seeds of disdain,

And the gullible learn, their hearts maligned.

What significance lies in slight contrasts,

To create a world consumed by hate?

Let us reflect upon these questions,

And strive for a world where fairness prevails,

Where love transcends differences,

And unity triumphs over ill will's dark veil.