locket dropped

Give me a high five and I'll raise you ten,
empty out your pockets and find what's left within.
Flurry by in nigh times forgetting what you are,
to treat another surly grinch like an open-bellied star.
Sew seeds of hate where the soils fill with worms,
find tomorrow a sunflower whose petals cause you burns.
Germinating the population all around this shattered globe,
spreading to the outer poles confirming what you should've known.
You beg right here for a new beginning,
but can't taste the last drop of an alternate ending.
Freedom from the left side and omission of the right,
nobody will enslave you if you've forsaken your own plight.