Tune of harp

I hate to see a child starve,
I hate to see a clown laugh.
I hate to see the fake smiles,
which makes way for a society of lies.

I hate it when my parents fight,
I hate it when some people's delight is to give others plight.
I hate to see when bullies are given power,
which makes way for a frightful hour.

I hate to hear people's claptrap,
who talk about others behind their backs.
I hate to hear the terrified screams,
which makes way for the silent night streets.

I hate and hate and hate,
which makes me feel like it is my big mistake.
So I asked my mother that, if I would only hate than how will I love this world?
My mother replied, that the things you hate can't be loved;
But promise me this my young one,
that you will yourself become the CHANGE;
Cause if you do you will find your heart
loving the world like a tune of harp.

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