Circles

They were created to be hated.

Imagine how they feel,

All the hatred they get.

Everyone deserves love,

Even circles.

We don’t understand circles,

But they understand us.

They feel all the hatred

That goes towards them.

Poor, poor circles.

Please be patient with them.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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