Inspired, or rather I should say cursed, by the eons of cruelty, most recently that in Paris, Syria, and every goddamn where else.
Somethings go awry with time,
and sometimes time just goes awry.
And so as I see it,
I’m either quite the crazy
or humanity’s blown insane.
Either way, something’s terribly wrong
when earthlings imprison other earthlings
raise them for food, pleasure, or gain
a fragile empathy within us,
alone is left holding the rein.
Madness then takes over
a hardening of the heart.
So we bomb each other’s cities
and tear our lives apart.
It all could have been so different
but that’s not what we chose to do.
We could change things in an instant
but it’s all left up to you.
And you, and you.
Yes, we could all have a pleasant existence,
for humans and animals too,
a safe and peaceful persistence.
. . . but then again, I think that not true.
So I grow so damnably weary
of the sanity and all its dreary.
Knowing that I’m the crazy
and humanity is quite the sane.
For if that’s not so, then I most know,
how any damn suffering remain.