A Pointless Lie
Hell hath no fury a human hasn't observed,
for we are the creators, a hell on earth our dream,
as what can be pain, will, what is good rarely preserved,
in a world of competition, violence and hatred,
few people can even discern.
We flow with the erratic minds of insanity,
bent on decimation and cruel resolves,
with no regard for life as value,
and taking it just an exhalation, a mere task,
with no regret or guilt to absolve.
And then we complain, for all the contentions of life,
all of which we let happen, even grown to expect,
and want change to eradicate the danger
that we by our complacency invited,
and by our silence so circumspect.
Responsible for our strife and plight,
humanity collectively must stand,
for the straying of those fractious souls,
is but the failing of all of us,
as the lunatics demand.
The failing is global,
not bound by boarder, race, culture or belief,
our inherent imperfections the core of all our grief;
and we cannot change those who create atrocities,
before we change that within ourselves,
as the world is a mirror image of all of us,
blame a pointless lie, beheld.