All of our thoughts
All of our writings,
Philosophies to stay?
Served,
On Psychologycal tray.
We have solved,
Nothing!
We are still as bad
And mean, as Ever,
Even as brothers
We betray,
And kill each other.
It's a bad day,
Only nasty things
To say
But if we look
Back in History,
I suppose,
We've always
Been
This rotten way!
Where have love,
Compassion, gone
Oh, Heavens!
Were they dead,
Even before the light
Of rational thought
Was born?
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Dear Sandra, your poem shows what we are really like. The swords of history drip blood running like rivers.