Humans

Humans make mistakes

Just like every other race

But unlike man the others have balance

And so they all keep pace

But humans looks at them!

Are they not fighting?

Are they not dying?

Are they not crying?

Who does this to themselves

That of which the human race acts

Is upon selfish and irrational thoughts

The lot of them can never be

At peace with what they have got

The wars I see no point in them

Whether they are about religion land or money

How can it not be clear to them

That the blood shed is not worth that honey

The tears and death that humans give out

See them? It is the presents they give their selves

As they squander and squabble over meaningless things

They will leave the earth in tatters

Until only one bell rings

That bell will not be Jewish

It will not be Turkish

It will not be Spanish

Nor German

Nor Greek

Nor Muslim

Nor Christian

The bell left standing

Will be that of death

As it surveys the chaos

That humans have brought upon themselves