Cruel Human Poem by Becca Low

Cruel we are
How awful it can be
Painless in some hearts you read?
Ripping and taring, no tears
It's amazing how God does not enter our fears
We take and take, how much can be left?
The oceans are large, but the drink is small
Cutting hearts by closed walls
Burning a masterpiece and calling it dirt
Or ripping a page slowly day by day of a prized book
If only I could have choked the crook
I would have locked him up and let the midnight odor go
I would have had his father let the gun blow
I would have bound his hands and let him become bone
He should not have cared, for it was his very dare
Ah, how terrible can I be?
I'm a white human, blonde and blue eyed you see?