How do you persuade the world
That you are right, and they are wrong?
I’ve seen you at it for a while;
Your daily labor, hard and long —
I see defiance in your words,
To castigate in smears and daubs —
But love cannot be born of hate,
Nor quiet hope be spread by mobs
But let your love show out from in,
Your words and actions guide, and heal —
And then you might persuade the world
You daily come upon
For real
To share is human:
Love cannot be born of hate… it is such truth.
I agree with your words and thoughts. A amazing poem.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.