Ignus Fatuus Of The Human Kind. Poem by Samuel wiles

Simplified by so much, in life we are
Death takes confusion away and makes us simple,
easy to get by, we are
Injustice, justice, why do we even have law
We just might use the saw.
Cut it in half, I say.
Judge, executioner.
not much difference there,
If you ask me, we can all think it‘s there.
But infact, it is not here.
We all just want to belive its all right,
We all just want things to be right.
We used to have a hangman,
That was simpler time, we were more like beasts, than man.
Nothing confused us, the indefference seemed only to be that we ate with utencils.
we are naught only man, but we were beasts, with lances.
T‘was simpler times, we had no mimes, no mines.
Std‘s were just a common cold, then, but now
We are conflicted with diseases and ask why? or how? .
It seems we have more medicine that we can shove in our faces.
No matter what we get,
it does not take long for our government
just as it has already made this, so called treatment.
no one is safe,
From the way we behave.
Tis our human kind, whose discriminations,
of all our creations,
cotinues to act the more fright.
As if we were at a great height.
But as time grows on, like a bewildered rose
Does not know who to sting, her friends or her foes.
We continue on ignorent and dumb,
Wanting to waist time with a simple humm.
We choose not to know, rather than to get the truth.
If it is from the president or the late baby ruth.
We go on and on, from then to now.

I am Samuel and I will see you in hell.