Xenophobia or religious and racial prejudice are not likely to go away as long as human nature understands what it is. Xenophobia is the dislike of or prejudice against people from other countries. Every person from a certain country has a certain prejudice against people from different countries. Let’s just hope that nothing is too extreme… anyway, here’s a poem about hope.
The Instinct Of Hope
by John Clare
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
‘Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E’en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?