To be brought up in a world full of hate

Unacceptance and bigotry trickling down the generations

A world found in hate is not a world for me

It's not a world for anyone

Yet our parents keep on breeding

Seething and conceiving

Without a second thought of who they might create

Who might develop in this world full of hate

Who they might end up hating

But before they know it, their child could be gone

Murdered by the bashers, haters, and slayers

And then they'll learn to appreciate

The thing that they had a chance to hate

Hated because they created