I look with worried eyes at the world around me, where social vines twist and tangle, where flashing lights blind us to the lack of rights. Human compassion seems to be in short supply, lost in the chaos and noise of hate and division.

Hate feeds off hate, a vicious cycle that threatens to consume us all. But if hate can thrive, then love should come just as easily, if only we let it.

Windows bashed in, faces sprayed with mace, lives choked out of existence, all in the name of eliminating race. The lines between classes have blurred, and classless mistakes are made daily, at a hastier rate than ever before.

We are starving for justice, hungry for the taste of true freedom. But what was once the most delicious, the most suspicious, the most vicious and fishy, has become a repetitive, superstitious vision. A vision named freedom, elusive and fleeting.

But even in the midst of chaos, there is hope. For in the darkest of times, love can shine the brightest. It is a beacon of hope, a force that can break the cycle of hate and division. It is the key to unlocking the true meaning of freedom, a freedom that is inclusive, compassionate, and just.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer