Perhaps only a few souls
Are bowing their heads
And Clasping their fingers
Maybe a handful
Are kneeling down
And folding their hands
Probably not many
Are stepping inside
Temples churches
Or minarets
Or even remembering
The vital teachings of messiahs and prophets
Perhaps most of them
Are busy holding grudges against each other
Watering seeds of envy and hate
Rather than planting trees of kindness and compassion
Many seem to be blinded
by a monstrous desire
To acquire name and fame
And are ready to play ***** games
Stoop as low as they can
And stain their skin
With the blood of those
Who could possibly bruise their ever expanding ego
And blight their ruthless endeavors
A vindictive spirit has exorcized forgiveness
From the nature of many
And they're spewing venom
Which is infecting a steadily growing population
Thus the old rule
Majority wins minority loses
prevails
Not surprisingly
Humanity is collapsing
Every passing minute and day