Eyes of a Dove

I sit and stare into the misery of all mankind They live their lives without care of tomorrow That woman there cries over there a man is mad Why do they waste in sorrow? I see them working but for what? They must know one day they’ll die Just to give up any chance of living life They struggle for money but why? Intelligent they have become; mankind How they fly through the air with ease I see them driving in automobiles And ships that float on the sea. What wonderful magic they created with light Such evils within the gun Just yesterday I saw a stumbling man Kill his only son. What horrific tragedies they have bestowed; mankind They live as one as a whole Ignoring the meaning of true existence Each individual soul. They should fly away like I would Instead of wasting in sorrow on land Not me I’ll fly away to a new branch My eyes to look upon man.