Selfish
People dying in the streets
No longer able to hear the beats
Of the drum
As they beg for some
Just a bit of bread
Yet so many are left for dead
Reminiscent of the past
Of those starving in the camps
Another time, another place
One of war, one of race
Ideology kept alive
Through mass influx of racial crimes,
Claiming lives
And bringing strife
Yet people thrive
Creating life
To the point of over-population
Adding only to social degradation
While man throws excuses and drapes
Over his crimes and rapes
And yet I don't care
Everything's smaller than a hair
To my selfish eyes
And I'm not paralyzed
When asked what would I change
No need to comb through my brain
Because I already know
Exactly where my thoughts would go
For I am human and selfish at heart
Unwilling to part
In any way
Hoping and praying for the day
When you can
See me as a man
Wishing you were back
To say one more time, "I love you, dad."
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