We view the world, each with different eyes
For we all wear different lenses of morals
Our eyes see the world in different ways
The light is darkness for some
And others see better in the dark than they do in the light
We chase away what we don’t understand
For it harasses us; gnaws on our conscience with guilt
But if we tried to understand, to sympathize, to see what their eyes see
Perhaps then could the world finally know peace
Because, then, we would truly see
With the enemy’s eyes
And we would be looking at the world
In a different light

But perhaps, this would dismay us
To see the world in different ways
To have all that we learnt, crushed
The false assurances that we were right, crumbling away
To see ourselves as villains, instead of heroes

It would be like looking into a one-way glass
With limited information
Most of it petty lies
Imagining the things happening on the other side
And then realizing
What really happens