What's the need to worry about?
When the list is endless,
and never seems to diminish
producing profound amounts of melancholy.
Why do we need to hate each other?
When you're trying your best
to kill them with kindness,
which is already burning them in hell?
What's the need to grudge?
Against one another for?
After all, we've got the same ancestor
who gave us the same blood pumping our hearts.
What's the purpose of waging wars?
Slaughtering down a million.
Willing to live in a lifeless universe,
with nobody else to celebrate your victory?
Why do we choose to be a sociopath?
Just because we had a tumultuous past,
When there's a vestigial amount of people who are empaths
And yet, we choose to hurt them.
After all this philosophy, where's our 6th sense?
Where were you all this time,
when we're really feral?
Leaving no distinction between mankind and the wild?
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
