Freestyle...?

Here goes. I wrote a poem.

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At first I thought that we were destined to be at odds
O, The many days we fought over right and wrong
And why shouldn't a person disagree or misunderstand
When they have no one to help explain the "why"

When innocent and guilty were the same as heaven and hell
Things were more simple than they are today
We hid behind our enmity and bathed in our anonymity
Though there was nothing to make us clean

There were tears back then and angry words
Cries and no relief in sight
If there is something more horrible than being alone
It is the length of time that one must feel that way

Should you hate someone for making you who you are
Is it proper to begrudge someone for shaping your life
If one used encouragement rather than misfortune
Wouldn't we praise them instead of curse

We constantly search for meaning and resolution
But we refuse to appreciate the things we already have
Though our pantries are full and our stores overflowing
We are always on the hunt for a tastier morsel

Each day I hope we are reminded what it is like to be without
So that we can appreciate the one force that makes it possible to "have"
Without a desire no understanding can be reached
And without sacrifice nothing can be learned