Expressing one's beliefs,
Is a good thing...
To explore in the sharing,
Of those differences.
With an appreciation,
That a sharing like this brings.
But to enforce upon another,
Beliefs to inflict...
Sorrow and pain,
With no end to it...
Is a life spent in conflict.
And unending regret,
To be left unexplained.
With sorrows to be agonized.
For a lifetime given,
As generations defend...
To appease a foolishness,
Of those conflicts that exists.
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