Can our realities be so flawed
That all the things we find for life's meaning become bored
It my be just me but it's odd
That we claim to be content with our imperfections
Then turn and compare ones actions to that of a Gods
Creating rules we break
Claiming to learn from our mistakes
Putting the lives of those we love at stake
Yet we say it's to put up the bread and steak on the table
Or it's it just in humans anatomy to live in fables
Is reality so tough that we live through devices and their cables

Are we so demented that we find joy in another persons anguish

I too am not perfect and are a victim of societies boundaries
I have failed some by looking the other way when I was asked for help
By looking the other way when I saw injustice
By not speaking out when the time came
By choosing to not get involved for my own selfish reasons to playing the game

But what then when I need help
When I've been unjust and needed a voice I can say I trust
Is it too late to change our fate
Have we already shut down our heavens gate
Erred so much we could not be forgiven
It may be human though the Divine can not intervene
This is a mess no deity could clean
We could solve this before it's a cold case
So I'll take the first broom and start by my space