The World's Reality

Every blood spilt ruptures another,
Hate build as we smother,
We never sit and wonder,
We heat the kittle and wait for OUR pain to go,
Never thinking that it will grow,
Never looking at what will flow,
Pretending that we know,
As we open the gates to sorrow,
Making a sadness for tomorrow,
As our hands shake so does the marrow,
A heart that goes apart,
A part that aims the dart,
Sunk deep within the pit,
A dart that will cause the future to split,
A murder waiting to commit,
As words start to come from a hypocrite,
That loses a family and becomes unfit.