What stirs the embers of your ire,
And kindles hatred's raging fire?
What wounds you carry, what scars you hide?
A cry of pain, a scream of despair

The flames of fury, they dance and play
As I think of all the wrongs, day by day
The injustices, the lies, the deceit
A never-ending list, a never-ending feat

Your heart, a cauldron of anger and strife
Boiling over, ready to take life
Your words, a sword, sharp and true
Cutting down, all that's false, all that's new

Why do you judge and scorn?
Why do you fear and hate what's old,
And those who were reborn?
You say we're sinning, wrong, and vile,
You say we're not the same as you,
Can't you see the beauty in all of us?
Can't you see the love, the passion, the trust?

Oh, how I wish to change your perspective,
To open your eyes, to be more reflective,
My words adorned in rhythm and rhyme,
Shall strive to enlighten, one step at a time.

Ponder now, with open mind,
The reasons that can intertwine,
And cause a heart to fill with rage,
To turn love's page, on life's grand stage.

For hatred, like a bitter draught,
Is born from seeds so deeply sown;
From wounds that ache and never fade,
From scars within our hearts displayed.

Perhaps it blooms from envy's seed,
When we thrive while you recede,
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