Degradation of the species that is our own
while we sit around and watch from our own throne
as people go hungry in their own homes
with nothing to help them except maybe Watson and Holmes
or maybe Tolkien, Lewis or Iggulden
reading about the northern lights and compasses golden
there is always an escape from the confines of life
that these confines cannot be disregarded as it runs rife
through the streets of our country and elsewhere else
there is nothing more important to people than themselves
who cares about a baby dead in her mothers arms
or a farmer who cannot afford to sow his farms
as long as we have warmth and comfort
we don't give a damn about those in discomfort
For in this we see the future of our species
when we all care more about the state of our feces's
then we do about the people that are separated
by walls that could soon turn dilapidated
for that is what we are: selfish, arrogant, cruel
and we wonder why people turn to lock picking tool
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoesíaFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
