Coin; Different sides of one

The hate
Was born with us.
It remained
because we did not speak.
We listened though,
with ears that heard,
long before our birth,
Why we should hate them - all of them.

When we saw them,
we passed on
warily.
Afraid
even to stare.

But when we looked,
really looked,
we saw.
They had no horns nor sharpened teeth. And their roars,
it was really laughter
and it mirrored our own.

The silence spoke
of our fears;
Self preservation.
Until we conversed with them,
We didn't realise
They were us.