We all have definitions of hate Do we justify ours as better? Which is worse? |
What is in the white of paper to hate Where nothing upon has yet to state Before a single dot, a tittle or a line Does the paper hate to let it define So nothing marring it to make a difference To see the perfect white page a menace Does the sheet refuse the notes To show to play what is thus wrote To say the white paper is better To defend the blindness to fetter What is hate, if we choose to see The power to declare a lie to be One over another but not the same To say I can cause you to be the blame It is not by nature that makes one so It is the characteristics one allows to grow To make a line of any other distinction That defines more or less a definition To show nothing more is to pass To make the white paper one class Is it hate from the one who marks it so That from its usage to make ignoble or no When we see the paper, blank so white And here we destroy by hate the right For inspiration to reveal what may be applied To find its whiteness defied But death to all things different For without hating is bent The white paper says all is not the same Can we just plaint it to frame Not to destroy the wrong with the write But it is to refuse to mark the paper white And turn what makes hate pure Into a hate without a cure For the paper white to change the world It has to become with strife unfurled To turn what was once pure white Into inspiration where hate is night The while paper is to show we are blind To the other color to show their mind For the paper we must mark up to try It can’t define anything until the do’s cry Hate is not a person work or thing It is a choice to define one’s being Hate chooses to work its darkness But the paper white speaks in murkiness When what is not done creates division For hate says the paper what is unknown If we look only at the paper white to find Hate is staring at the white till all are blind. Ivan J. Bradley Jr |