Humanity,
Ha become a pathetic excuse,
For bloodshed.
Society,
Is nothing more,
Then controlled anarchy.
Morals are non-existent,
Counting the hours,
Has become the status-quo,
Living private lives,
Keeping secrets,
As we turn a blind eye.
It's become quite the cliche,
To tear yourself apart,
And let others,
Pick up the pieces.
Sympathy,
Is something we have all,
Come to expect,
Yet how can we,
When we must give to receive.
Pity,
Has contributed greatly,
To our demise.
We must turn the tables,
If we are to break from this cycle,
This vicious cycle,
Until then,
We keep breaking ourselves apart,
And let others,
Pick up the pieces.
Written: January 11th, 2012
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