In and of our singular truths
Peering through lustful eyes
We become things of paranoia
All the things we despise
We tend to hate mystery
Things we fail to understand
Constantly worry about status quo
Capitalise on supply and demand
Laugh at our brothers loss
Hoard up our pennies and dimes
Never lend a helping hand
To those in hard times
Hate our neighbor of color
Wish upon them a horrid demise
Then when karma calls
We stand wide-eyed in surprise
Kindness is considered weakness
Love, a sinful shame
If one doesn't fit the mold
Then by all means, slander their name
We may all believe differently
But yet we are the same
We each breathe in and out
And humanity is our name
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
In and of our singular truths
Peering through lustful eyes
We become things of paranoia
All the things we despise
We tend to hate mystery
Things we fail to understand
Constantly worry about status quo
Capitalise on supply and demand
Laugh at our brothers loss
Hoard up our pennies and dimes
Never lend a helping hand
To those in hard times
Hate our neighbor of color
Wish upon them a horrid demise
Then when karma calls
We stand wide-eyed in surprise
Kindness is considered weakness
Love, a sinful shame
If one doesn't fit the mold
Then by all means, slander their name
We may all believe differently
But yet we are the same
We each breathe in and out
And humanity is our name
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