Man-made Vice

Poverty Stricken with the bitterness of man's heart Blackened by the seed growing with fear What may end may only be the start Beginning of the end, transforming laugh to tears No clothes or even sustenance to provide No love or even the shaken bellows of attention Relying on drop packages to quench their appetite Farewell to the change seekers of the world Lovers and givers alike Remember, the goodness in people can be fought out From this evil man-made vice