Is It Too Late? Poem by Paul Burt

Is It Too Late?

Keep telling myself everything is ok
Keep thinking to myself things will change
Keep believing that people care
but it's not always true

Lies consumes the truths
Denials becomes the normality
Cruelty kills kindness

Decay overshadows beauty
Hate overthrows love
The mind becomes insane

What have we done to ourselves? ?
How have we come to this? ?
Why do we excel more at destroying then creating?

I look up into the sky and ask myself

Is it too late?