Why are others evil,
Why do they throw their hate?
Dismayed by the violence,
Or rushed to the triumph,
Why am I under their shoe,
Like some sort of retail glue,
Their brazen gaze,
And vomitess words,
The hot levels of entitlement,
Their borish bicuspid biting spittle,
As they continue to think the world is their throne.
I never wanted to blame a group in mass,
But this is description of a behavior at last,
Why do some find it ok to force their way,
To fight and to smite and beat us till we are slayed?
Is it that Warish gene that helped us survive,
In the time of giant lizards and monsters combined?
Or is it that they too were once treated this way?
And if that’s the case would another smack change their say?
But alas when I look at the ones like these,
I find zero self reflection,
No care of the self,
Unless the need the status,
And have to tighten their belt.
So I guess I have to address them directly right now,
I know you feel you need knighthood to make people bow,
But the truth is that we need everyone in the end,
And only through compassion can we make friends,
But you’ll want to know how this will help thee,
If you are nice they will want to pay your fee,
If you pay fairly they will be able to afford it times three,
If you care they will not you will see.
When the world works together every one can find prosperity,
A world United is a world without fighting,
We can move pass the wars,
Pass the scores,
And work together,
So that everyone gets better.