An Opinion

All our lives we're taught to hate.

Different religions, different governments, yes. 

We are raised to be biased toward our own kin:

OUR color, OUR country, OUR race. 

We live in splashes and bursts of disarray,

 Flashes of hope, smashing joy but omnipresent enmity 

Gnawing on our inner lining like festering starvation, 

Causing the delicate threads of humanity to fray.

Why does it have to be this way? Think.

Unity is nothing but a hollow sound 

A smattering of alphabets, thrown together. 

Like infinity, a mere concept that

Political boardrooms like to bounce around.

We are too vain, too crazed, and much too self-centred

To bring our own faults to the foreground, 

We Would rather watch our homes crash and burn

And erupt in wars of caste and gender,

Re-ignite the raw wounds, so tender!

Admit.

We paint ourselves pure white every day

Preaching love sanity and goodwill. 

Yet behind locked doors influence our young to

Indulge in blood wars and warped shades of grey.

Written By- Aaryan Gupta