6 March 2026, 7.15PM

Maybe I’m an idealist 
Call me a hypocrite
But I hate 
that hate exists

Growing up,
my best friends in school
were from all different parts of the map
Some adults can really be fools
They should learn from children 
who don’t give a crap

About creating divisions and causing dissent
Manipulating meanings 
of what things truly represent
The misguided don’t care about the collateral damage
They lash out and loathe in fits of rage 

It’s insanity
Inanity
Total inhumanity

This evening in the park there was a celebration of Holi
Gulal throwing with other families
of different cultures and ethnicities 
Celebrating good over evil’s victory
A love and forgiveness festivity

I sat as the sun set, thinking quietly
This is the way things should really be.