pom :p

commotion

can either create anew
or either destroy the the present

can either create realization
or either plant the hatred

can either heal the scars
or either worsen the wound

can either give happiness
or either be sorrow

can either be supported
or either be neglected

everyone will know
everyone will spread the words
everyone will know the truth
everyone will then think

but one thing for sure
once it happen
that's where everything started

footnote-funny how such little things makes me to think of a suitable poem for each situation,