Posted in Poetry

Human disease

What have we come to?
Money fills you up with greed
Together we stand weaker
We are the human disease

Trashing all the forests
But not replanting the seed
Fouling up the ozone
We are the human disease

Some think they’re better than others
Most think they’re better than me
Stereotypes lead to suicide
We are the human disease

Not knowing what we’re meant to do
A ring with all the wrong keys
Searching for a purpose
We are the human disease

Material things important
The group who is crowded has three
Everyone feels alone all the time
We are the human disease