What Have We Done
Due to currency i mourn the death of courtesy.
It has spawned greed to help hate, lies, and corruption feed.
Causing the few's wants to be more than the many's needs.
Even children are susceptible to its toxic seed.
When in this world, compassion is just a fantasy.
The never filling void engulfs empathy,
and no one is able to see beyond the word "Me".
Copyright © James Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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