A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Freed

Can we be freed,

from selfishness, hatred,

and even greed,

these tendencies that fuel bloodshed?

Evil's seed?

That grew as men bled,

slaughtered and stole because of their need,

their need to consume for themselves, regardless of tears shed,

this madness that envelopes our planet like a weed.

Can I be free,

of guilt and shame,

here being really preachy,

shouldn't I accept some of the blame?

I'm no saint and my alibi's leaky,

but I'm not a group, I have a name.

However, I refuse to let things be,

no different and to play the fiendish game,

of those who toy so maniacally,

with lives, no, I won't let things stay the same.