Hate

Why is it always about hate
they hate each other
they hate LA
they hate New York
they hate The Bay
they hate themselves, I hate to say

Everyday the world crumbles
What else can I even state
We idealize the ugly
We idealize the pain
It's fairly simple
They look up to the beast,
Who every night has a fucking twitter feast
A feast of fears
A feast of loathing
Does nothing for our country
But perpetuate the hate
Spews cryptic bullshit on the tv screen
Empowering every idiot in the nation to hide between
A slur, a gun, and blatant lies
Just to protect their false sense of pride.
Its backwards thinking, barbaric if you will
I can't believe we even made it here...

Maybe I can..
For on the regular
We teach our babies cowardice, resentment and even __________
Kids hate each other
They shoot to kill
They hate themselves
While the ones with the sacred hearts jump right in front of them at will.
The news glorifies the deaths that we instill
Fear mongering, to distract from the government plan
To take the world by storm with their millions at hand
They leave the rest of us, until we cant stand
Survival of the richest
Survival of the hate
For the rest of us lovers, starving is our fate.
Children across the world are dying,
But no one can hear their shrill
The armies roaring loud
Make our "power" clear

At this rate they'll blow us all up,
All it takes is a single click
For the beast has a need to justify his tiny dick
They seem to value cowardice
From sea to sea
The country is in turmoil as far as the eye can see.
As far as the hands can touch
Bulletholes all over
Our dying hears we must clutch.


For the problem is deep rooted
Cultural if you may
Cuz we don't validate each other 
We just point and laugh in vain
We don't have to agree,
We don't have to coincide
We just need some basic sense of respect 
So our children don't have to die
Common sense if you will
A basic human sympathy so we can stand still

We weren't born hating
It isn't in our genes
We were taught that by our parents and the screens,
Honestly who cares if someone believes this or that
Or if they're white or black
Doesn't mean their life is less important than a rat
Not even a rat should be mocked, or brutally killed, 
For like it, we too can be skilled
At loving each other and helping rebuild.



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