Corruption of Man
Upon a world filled with wonder of life
Sits a wasting species,
Looking upon other creatures with indifference.
But why is it that these other creatures live so
Happily and free,
When we ourselves an intelligent nation
Live in corruption and unhappiness?
This is a question never asked by man
Except by those who can see beyond the system
And unquestioned maintenance of our lives.
A question that once pondered is never answered
As we know we can do right and change,
But are unable do so.
Then another question occurs, simply stated
"Why are we unable to do so?"
Then revelation occurs,
it is because we are human.
It is because the poor aim to be rich,
The rich want want more power
And the powerful want more power.
And this is the system of life.
Another question.
"Why is this?"
Again, "It is because we are human",
Able to take or give -though with a price-
But never share.
We are greedy and a hated race,
by the earth, The sea,
the animals around us and even ourselves.
If you think upon these words,
What do you see in man.
A cursed race for we are the undoing of ourselves.
Our way of life should be solitary,
Yet without each other we shall not survive
And madness drives to our mind.
If we have a purpose
Then we do not see it.
What god from the accursed pits of hell created man,
To live without reason or rhyme.
But live on we do
Forever torturing ourselves with wisdom
And with knowledge never found.