A shrine of untold words.

Senses

Everyone, everyone.
Question is asked !
How to make one
More grateful and kind?

Isn't it obvious?
Let's pour bleach in their eyes.
Their sight is a blessing they do not deserve.
And the blind is better than the all-seeing
For they don't stare, glare, or even watch,
Like you, when the world's burning.

But they can hear can't they ?
Luckily we have more bleach !
In the ears we go.
That way they won't eavesdrop,
Repeat,
And create rumors.
Nor can they listen to what isn't meant to be listened.
Or hear aimlessly, like you,
When the world's burning.

The mouth, right.
Let's rip their vocal cords.
So they can't vilify, backbite, or insult
Anybody.
Like they're so used to.
And they won't, Like you, talk carelessly
While the world's burning.

My days !
They can move !
Let's cut off their members shall we ?
Then, they won't grab, pull or push
Anything and anyone.
And they won't walk away,
Like you, when the world's burning.

Everyone, everyone.
Question is answered !
This is how to make one,
More grateful and kind.

Do not take your body 
As if it's a given,
It is yours, and yours only
Treat it with much affection.