We Must Choose

We are born without memories
We are potential
We are not good nor bad
We are an empty jar
Of our own color, size, and shape
To be filled with experience
From the first breath with sounds
And sights, that we cannot comprehend
We are given the gift of love
Of understanding, of free will
And so we begin to choose
What to listen to, what memories
To remember, what to forget
What are the war cries of our tribe
What are the sorrows of our history
What is it that gives us identity 
We choose to embrace or to adapt 
We choose from the words we hear
What to believe, what not to believe
We choose to be aware or not
We choose to hear the pain and sorrow of others
We choose to not hear the war cries of agitators
We choose to be a force of good
We choose to replace anger with forgiveness
We choose to seek justice not revenge
We choose to vote for those who share the love of justice
We choose to understand that what we have in common is greater than what separates us…
Or we watch the world burn!