Every good is dying species
It is rare to find something nice.
It is too late in the living
And I have stopped believing.
There is a creep around every corner
Comes out when naive comes closer,
Changes them to face harsh facts
No one's innocence is intact.
It is lack of justice and law,
Not fast with many flaws.
Lack of security in many places,
discrimination in gender and races.
Everything to consider even,
Odd to think as human.
For a difference of opinion,
No need to show the gun.
Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV
No consequence and no liability
I say my thoughts out loud
I have lot to complain about.
Every beauty is filled with ugly
Covered up nicely
Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view
We sell the same old as brand new.