Where's the Love, Honorable Canker

WHERE'S THE LOVE, HONORABLE CANKER: Only 'cause men not ready to ponder, They speak literally and rhetorically at a yonder, Not regarding how to make this world better. Do you realise there're bigger questions to that which matters; How can light befriend darkness so they'll live together, When God's cast the demons down here in large number? "The world needs love...The world needs love", Do you see them screaming with so much vigor, Thus the children of lucifer? And religion is teaching 'bout how to become a killer? Can you wholeheartedly forgive your loved one's murderer? And are you sure to accept back your heartbreaker, After he or she placed you in danger? What of forgiving the one who slept with your life partner, Where as you also cheating on one another to another? Do you care for someone's offspring like your own son or daughter, Not 'cause you want men's honour? Why do you hate the honest, and cherish the deceiver? And why do you destroy others for favour, When they've never wrong you, honorable canker? And who've sat you down as life examiner, When you yourselves not a corker? But just remember the same person you dishonour, Is someone's great inspirer. It's never early or late, Neither is it suppose to be done fast or in haste. And it's not always set as a bait, Though it sometimes causes time-wastes. But there're questions not solved since ancient days, And craving for an answer is not a mere case. Although we have our personal faith and face, It's obvious we all live by grace; Very voluminous that we can't measure. There's been flashes of pleasure, And there've been punches of pressure, All in the search for love as a blissful treasure; Some search for it when they're sober, Some, when only they're in good weather, To some, so they'll become stronger, Whiles some, when they start to wonder, Especially when more or less, sweet melodies hit them harder. Well, many have either survived or wandered by its power, After it threw a strike with a stiff glove. Therefore, we both know who we have in our emmotional hub. Is it 'bout: The helping hand given to the beggar, The pleasing you've being pleasing your master, The fake smiles we show to each other, The hugs that tries to bring us together, Can offer the accurate answer? Well if so, why's there a secret hidden in your brain's corner? We can't decide for each other, 'cause by yourself should you choose your lover, And by myself shall I select my partner. Yet, many at times this thing makes a sister fight the mother, And a brother wrestle against the father. Then later, the family looses it savor. See how the street's full of broken hearteds, As determiners ceased to further, 'cause they lack the motivation to move higher; Partiality playing a special key role, and discrimination tearing down laid down goals, Yeah, everything shows. Therefore, where's the love, That's been talked 'bout over and over, Since infancy till now that we older, Honorable canker?