Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?

On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

What we aspire to be is more than what we are yet less than what we are capable of.

Glorious is the tumult of the waves that crash against a vessel, preparing it for the seas of life.

World unity is the wish of the hopeful, the goal of the idealist and the dream of the romantic. Yet it is folly to the realist and a lie to the innocent.

It's something families could do together. They can be passed on from father to son, or father to daughter.

I more or less intended it (the farewell tour) to be for the United Kingdom and not so much over here, but everywhere I've worked, they've been aware this is my final tour ? my final year ? which in all likelihood is gonna be the case.