So blind is man from the hurt he creates,
In more than one life it infiltrates.
It is but only ignorance he extends toward others,
Instead of treating them as sisters and brothers.
Courage he has, to show no sorrow for the crime he did commit,
While behind him is a trail of victims he had treated like s***.
His hands are stained with his evil deeds,
And still he goes to plant more of his rotten seeds.
Why has man come to be this way,
What happened to those times his attitude did not sway.
When he was kind and only wanted peace,
Now his gentler ways have only ceased.
Yes i miss those time,
When man committed no crimes.