You Brought It On Yourself Poem by Monkee Thompson

The number of evils that reside in man
Can not be measured on just one hand
I see a world so full of fakes
Devoid of love
And based on hate

For this cold world is so full of lies
Filled with wars until everyone dies
Based on nothing more than bias
For your religion you are so pious

The number of evils that we create
The world of fakes that we all make
Devoid of love that no one shows
And based on the hate that we all know