Symptom of Humanity
I turn my head in vain ignorance to what has become of us
To ignore what is so plainly there would be thus...
I cannot condone our own conduct heretofore
If humanity's own virtue should not restore
Hatred, vile contempt within itself
Slowly decays as it sits upon a shelf
A shelf that is complacency with our own malevolence
But thought and love and hope and benevolence
Should replace the foreground of our collective conscience
Or there be retribution by one of divine omniscience...
Believe what you will, but tempt me not
With the hate and evil within, your vile rot
I be as I am to live however I may choose
Slander you breathe, with an eternity to lose
I pity the snake that bites the poison you bleed
But you may as well be unaware of such evil deeds
For my own life puts your undeath to the lie
Live as the dead, and you may as well die!
