I do not like me.
You should not like you.
You who tots a weapon with glee,
Me with my misplaced sense of justice.
Rearing ambitions and raging hormones,
Contributing to this sad plight called earth.
A race defined by its so called conscience,
Laying waste to this planet.
Are we better or those instinctual dumb brutes?
Right and wrong displaced with grey areas.
And karma shot to hell.
Where does this journey lead?
What legacy do we leave behind?
