When we wake up

When we wake up,

We find that hate is easier.

Fences go up

And walls, built of ignorance.

Uneasy comfort inside the gates.

No, we don’t play with strangers

Or strange ideas.

One or two may climb the fences

Escape away

Then are discarded for their courage,
Since adventure has

No place in life.

It’s a proven fact that love

Exists for breaching walls.

Not by explosions

Like many think.

Love simply chips away.

Its tools

Persistence, purpose and

The chance for miracles.