My Eyes

My eyes have seen the perils of this life and cruelty of a world that is full of hatered and strife and yet in this very world the very thing that offers none of those things are the very things that have never uttered a word. Those are the things that we only observe in life. I wonder if language didn't exist, would we still find a way to hate each other? I would imagine so, because even the eyes tell of stories of hate.

Alya