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.
Poems for My Sons 