What happened to the undying empathy everyone once had?
Instead we spit on the weak, express apathy and we're constantly mad
We worship cars, clothes and wealth, which builds our vanity
On the flip side the non-robotic units' struggle with their sanity
People never want to hear the painful truth
Too busy poisoning Mother Gaia or going on a wild-goose chase for the fountain of youth
Losing faith in the human race gives me ill health
All you're doing is moving heavy on toes of stealth
What strength you have is poorly supported by weakness
False smiles express pitiful souls that show no uniqueness
What happened to undying empathy everyone once had?
Instead we hide behind rusted iron clad
You assail me; it's okay
I assail you; I have to deal with the verbal spray
Twisted has this game become
Not sure if anyone understands where I'm coming from
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem