Those with their visions,
To inflict conflict and continued division...
With a sitting in positions,
Where a few viewing themselves...
As rulers to choose and trick all people,
Create not for themselves victory.
But an isolated shared stupidity.
Born from a need to selfishly feed greed.
With kept beliefs strickly based upon fiction.
Racism wished to spread and split factions,
Fractured to pit one against another...
For the purpose to pocket wealth and riches,
Is their 'economism' facing an erasing...
Of a disturbing sanity some may define as fit,
As being intellectually equipped but witnessed...
To show signs of a mental illness that is,
But making attempts too late to rush to fix this!
By those consciously permitting a disease to exist.
Topic(s) of this poem: life