Hatred? Poem by sehdev sharma

We are,
born tranquil,
lovely,
innocent,
of course cute too.

We hard know,
plus and minus,
of world,
as well as life.

But when we grow,
we grow,
jealousy,
hatred,
and double stranded,
of life.

We play politics,
with others,
our own people,
and some times,
with ourselves too.

We are born,
to love,
care,
and respect,
nature as well as mankind.

By the way?
who taught us hatred?
Have a deep breath,
and ponder for a second.