i thought i´d begin with a poem

it is when we ignore reality
on our hamsters wheel
round and round, humanity
what do we feel?

nothing-it  becomes only..
we ****** and steal..
madness and atrocity..
why?well,

it is not ourselves,see
it´s a together deal
i am you and you are me
an innocent pill..

we are one-hee-hee
it is kind of ill..
in a little century
we say still..

forgotten..forgive..be
tolerant..did it happen-nil
no maybe..who cares hey..
and it happens again, bill..