Haste Poem by Zakariya Khan

All I see is haste, To admire a waste
To be one's self, Marked by distaste

We evolve, Pretend to resolve
But it's hate I see, that dissolves within we

Widespread misery, A true calamity
Tides of trickery, A true humanity

Peace, a lie to comfort us solely
Decrease, in the good amongst we

A mess, us meaning humanity
Distress, evolving into insanity

Vanity, amongst our ideas
Profanity, promoted by our media

Our haste, resulting in this waste
Being one's self, results in their distaste

Being unique, a hard task to seek
After all, humanity is truly weak