Hate

Why do people insist on hate?
Why does humanity have to be so hateful?
Is hate really a thing that is taught, or is hate perhaps a thing that is passed down through our blood?
Does anyone know why this hate, pulses through all of us?
Why this violent madness is at the tips of our finger tips?
Why there's blood, splattering in a haze of dark red?
Why now, my hands are covered, in this red darkness?

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