Seventy five percent of earth’s human population are not worthy,
Yet we continue to act as if we are,
Spoiling the majestically liquidated produce of Abrahams kin,
Sowing seeds of disinterest and raping the antiquated notion of love into submission,
It is as if we are blind, ignorant to the virtuous struggles and despondent hordes,
Leaving children to fend for them selves in the wake of an apocalyptic vision,
As a karmic naysayer taunts imminent doom upon his brothers’ house,
While charging fares for phallic privileges not known to the previous generations,
I alone cannot contend with these fallacies,
These immediate miscreants scolding their sons as a ploy,
In need of belief, in need of that antiquated notion of love.
Yet we continue to act as if we are,
Spoiling the majestically liquidated produce of Abrahams kin,
Sowing seeds of disinterest and raping the antiquated notion of love into submission,
It is as if we are blind, ignorant to the virtuous struggles and despondent hordes,
Leaving children to fend for them selves in the wake of an apocalyptic vision,
As a karmic naysayer taunts imminent doom upon his brothers’ house,
While charging fares for phallic privileges not known to the previous generations,
I alone cannot contend with these fallacies,
These immediate miscreants scolding their sons as a ploy,
In need of belief, in need of that antiquated notion of love.