Glass Empty
Come with me to the abyssal plain of humanity
where nothing is real, not even sanity
where there no such thing as love and trust
just contempt, want and lust
where cynical minds play at your fears
where the only laughter is sneers and jeers
a very cold and distant place
where the kindest of you have spat in my face
compassion and love I heard them say
but I've watched everyone of them turn away
where The churches are filled with sacrilegious people
with their mahogany benches and golden steeples
Where they call themselves the consumer culture
Where the green eyed monsters fight like vultures
Where I look out my door and all I see
is the land of the me, from sea to polluted sea.
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