CONTRAST

Why are we baffled at anger and hate?
They are just human, though abhorrent traits.
Most of us know that it's better to love.
All of these qualities gifts from above?

Why blame a god or some out-of-sight deity
Point to the sky – at some invisible almighty.
All of our torment, our pain, and our pride
I think it comes from us deep down inside.

When I am angered and riddled with pain.
Not much can cure it – I just go insane.
When some well wisher says, "This to Shall Pass."
Or someone says it is only Contrast.

Yet when my negative emotions lay dormant
I think it through and I finally absorb it.
No one has made me the way I am.
To pass it Buck... seems a bit of a sham.

If you do not hate, then you never will love.
It doesn't fit? You have picked the wrong glove.
You won't know wet if you've been dry.
I just not sure there's some Guy in the Sky.

Who has decreed how your life's going to go?
And if guess wrong – will I end up below?
Maybe I've got it! Perhaps I do not?
I'll take my chances – 'cause I like it hot!

But while I'm here – I'll eat all the repast
And make my choices based on the contrast.