By Patrick Davarhanian (Guest Contributor)
It is a word whose premise I fear,
Because I know all too well the evil it holds dear.
It is a word whose very etymology is written in cold blood.
History has proven that this word is one that makes hearts thud.
It was this word’s ancestors who butchered an entire race,
Their conscience filled only by emptiness and blank space.
It was this word’s legacy that filled our collective books of history,
With countless tales of sadness, woe, and misery.
It is this word that you can point to and blame,
For every kind of maleficence humankind has laid claim.
But this word does not start with tanks or bombs or even fights,
It starts with teases, whispers, and mean staring sights.
It starts with people who look at others and sneer,
People who cause others to shed a tear,
People who live their whole lives in fear.
It starts with boys and girls who live near and far,
It starts with men and women who inflict scars.
And yes, it even starts with you and me,
Especially when we fail to see,
That when we do not stand up to HATE,
The world around us will seal its fate.
For it is only when you stand with someone,
You shall see just how easily HATE can be undone.
Patrick Davarhanian was born and raised in Glendale, California. He studied Education at the California State University, Northridge and he currently teaches in the Glendale area.