Where a birthmark is considered a stain against beauty And we keep our voices silent, afraid to defend the weak, where people cheer on violence, just because it's the easier route. We've created isolation within crowds from bytes on a screen, created complete violation of privacy from ones and zeroes without realising that it's always been partially for nought, zero. We've sat silently by while our friends beat on each other with words that could **** the broken and the words spoken differ from words heard.
We've handed death in a bottle to those who sought it, instead of providing the care and help they needed because it was easier to coat emotions in pills than help a person climb an emotional hill.
We've painted portraits of war, labelled it as history Coated clear conscience with tangent trivial ties;politics run rampant on our psyche and we judge people as items pushing purchasing prices for those who hold quality.
My only best guess is to just hit reset because the bigger picture hasn't been taken yet.