We can’t see it because it’s been torn apart; life, kindness and equality.
There’s no excuse, we should be ashamed. Oh, but yes,
there are many excuses; plenty of finger pointing, and placing blame.
But it’s all of our faults, we don’t take action, until there’s been
years of torment. We complain about the injustices of this
Bland world, that’s riddled with hatred and mockery.
We gawk at what we should help to correct.
There’s no peace, but we sleep, and we
yawn in the morning. An uprising of righteousness
should make us beat our chest.
But we are vague in our stance. We don’t care
unless we’ve been there. No clue; no pain, no shame,
no comparison, no site; it’s foggy and misty.
We all need spiritual prescriptions.