I Do Not Understand Poem by jackie compton

I do not understand.
How anyone can lie down at night in blissfully sleep.
Close their eyes and dream of hate for hate shake.

I do not understand.
How such dreams take root and grows in the heart, mind and soul of so many.
I do not understand.

Why the weed of hate grew in the flower garden of life, and blot out the sun light of goodness.
Is it the skin color of the flower of hope.
That the weed of hate does not understand.

I do not understand.
Is it because of the flower of hope sways to the beat of a different drummer?
When you lie down in blissfully sleep tonight.
Dream of goodness for goodness shake.
For goodness surely will follow you for the rest of your life.

Now This I can understand.