The human spirit is a odd thing
When i set down and think about it
it hurts my brain
driving my slowly insane
to see the ways of man
the things we do to one another
killing, stealing, willing, and dealling
blood fuids with one another
over land and money we kill each other
slitting throughts in the dead of night
our kind has no care for life
we take it destory it
we kill in strife
i pray for the future to take a sharp twist
else this world will be blown to bits
may god save our souls
(This is one of a two poems, I don't know why I'm writing these. Next one will come out when i find what exactly i'm going to say)
(the next poems name is The light side of humanity)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem