A girl I once knew of beauties born,
But poison was she, and full of scorn.
The heart was right and depth within
But shallowness was all that shone.
Not friends have I, that I can bare my soul
Yet in these words I can allow
Why? Why don't I have people to confide?
I used to, perhaps it's my pride.
What life giveth, can be taken away
Only a strong will can sometimes make stay.
The pleasures you work so hard to acquire,
The good times you have to admire
Weep for the bleeding earth and its masses,
For its pointless inequality and unendurable 'classes'.
For the stupidity of war,
It's funny how some of our misery
Is caused by man made impurity:
Like money debt and promescuity.
Man made constructs