Could you please stop throwing your opinions, like shards of glass, at each other?
Stop trying to cut deeper
To leave scars
Just so you can be right
Or be the one on top.

I have shards in my back
Because we must be starving.
Why else would you all fend for yourselves?

It never had to be survival of the fittest.

How did it come to this?

I'm bleeding out in pain
Hoping my blood would leave a stain
So red and so deep
That no one could forget
My utter defeat.
Maybe then they'd stop
With all the money and
The greed.
The arguing, the wars.
Why not find somewhere
We can all agree?
Instead of killing, backstabbing,
And deceit.
I'm bleeding out.
Got cut
From being in the middle
Of the fight
Where we want our words
To lash out like glass
So we can be heard.

When the silence starts
And there are no words left.
When glass just isn't enough and
The talking comes to a stop,
Then we will know there's trouble
As the bombs begin to drop.