Why Wont We Stop? Poem by Wilhelm Achim

Somethings wrong with the earth,
ever since my birth,
i noticed,
the coldest,
moments in time,
was when the air was filled with hatred and crime,
i keep thinking,
i keep fearing,
if the hot blades of real life come shearing,
searing,
at my first life,
perceiving all is bright,
until at night,
when the dark side of karma,
comes out,
and invades us,
and turns us into villains,
starting hate and starting war,
like our ancestors before,
but if everyone,
everywhere,
knew how to stop,
and drop,
the ignorance, the fights,
but until the lights,
are up to stay,
the world will be going the wrong way.