Malicious Mankind Poem by Logan Fulk

When we take a life we feel nothing
And if we do we do not show it
We spill blood on the floor and more and more
Yet still we do not know it

We steal lives of our own in bags soulless sewn
And yet we try to conceal it
We make weapons of war with a steel kit
Their bitter cold we do not feel it

We take our suffering, grief, and sorrow
As means to fulfill redemption
When were not on this earth tomorrow
All of it is just repention

So ignorant and vain we forge our forges
So arrogant with no gain we pillage our villages
We sit idly and suffer while hierarchy gorges
Our bane is hesitation our savior is diligence

With gold and silver we tie lies to our letters
And parodied peace promises
Our lives are money and we are the betters
Our souls are golden essences