“How do I feel about humanity?”
That’s a question I’ve once been asked
But in order to keep all my sanity
I gently smiled and answered with “pass”

Obsession
Depression
The badness
This madness
These words
Although simple
Perfectly capture
My sadness

Sweet, sweet child
So pure to the eyes
How could anyone hate
A soul as innocent as thine?

So when a child is born
Let’s celebrate the birth
To only slowly watch…
His innocence...
Be dearth

World, you hurt me
You make me feel good
To only give me pain later
Simply because,
You’re cruel

They pretend to look
They pretend to try
They pretend to care
To distract from lies

From the beating of the heart
Their heart skips a beat
Not from love or care
From the fear of defeat

They give into their nature
Like we all do in the end
For no man can die
From the kindness of a friend

Compassionate lips
Bound to lying eyes
As you search to cure
Your grieving cries

They pretend to look
But they’re all...
Just looking...
At themselves.

The sun shine scorns on the land which we are
No inch is not tainted with the stench of death
We have left our home, and traveled afar
To only now embrace our final breath

The hill of dead pile up, more and more
Some of the dead being as young as eighteen
No happiness that the future might store
Could be worth the price of blood we’ve seen

Like animals, are purpose is to die
Being canon fodder is our fate from birth
Happier is one who never questions why
One in ignorance, believing their worth

Next war for our sons, as they too must pall
Would be much better to not be born at all!