A Symbolic Relation

We live in a world of symbols and graveyards.
Symbols that create the graveyards.
Symbols that represent hope and fear and symbols that sometimes represent both but choose to hide their double meaning in a shroud of peace.
The graveyards grow like roots from the core of the earth by human beings dying for these symbols.
These symbols claim more lives than they give, it seems.
Symbols like the words etched into a sign saying "no trespassing" onto land that really belongs to no one.
Symbols like the cross hanging above your head with a half naked man upon it bleeding profusely.
Symbols like the upright pentagram that is demonized by those who have a preference for the symbol of the half naked man on the cross because they refuse to educate themselves, only listening to what the "church" spews at them.
Not really understanding that their worshipped symbols are sister to the symbols they so hate.
Symbols like the one we believe we "vote" into offices in a house painted white.
While the ones in power tainted with greed hide behind the faith people have in these symbols.
Symbols like the old yellowed parchment with flowery words claiming that America is freedom...
freedom...freedom?
just another symbol.
but a powerful symbol that wields a double-edged sword.
a symbol that allows genocide but also a symbol that for a brief moment in history gave a group of people the hope to fight against the hatred of racism.
But in the end....they are just symbols.
Symbols...all different symbols...
But we allow these symbols to take us over.
They became the very fiber of our being.
From the clothes we wear, the food we eat, the words that leave our lips to the thoughts that manifest in our mind are all encoded with symbols.
So now the question is...do we need these symbols to survive?
They are so intertwined with our fates but I have always believed that fate is not indefinite.
What if there was a world that had no concept of symbols...?
What would that be like?
I can barely begin to imagine that.
Must be heaven then...a utopia.
But if one can question the meaning of symbols and their place in the world and begin to even fathom what it might be like to live without them, then I think there is some hope...
but then again...hope is also a symbol.
Are symbols that ingrained into our consciousnesses?
Maybe.
So then the real question should be how do we turn those symbols of fear, anger, hatred, and those symbols that disguise themselves as good into symbols of light and love?