Savages
We humans are Savages.
Not one can conquer the greedy beast.
Imagine the world split in two.
One man rules the East;
Another rules the West.
Without compromise,
Each wants to be the best.
Strip the muscle and the flesh;
You shall find they look the same.
But they will always be fighting,
As long as there is something to claim.
Tolerance is what they both despise,
Hate reflected in their eyes.
We humans are Savages.
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