No Land

 I run.

 

Run from messages

Messages that are forwarded

Without thought

As received

Received by warm minds

Eager minds

Eager to agree

Agree to hate

Hate the other

The other who is 

Not as pure

Not as pristine. 

I run.

 

Run from arguments

From conflict

From debate

From questions, and

From answers.

There's no land I haven't run to

No land without hate

Without fear

Without being othered.

 

Yet, 

I run.