The human mind is a dark place;
And its core is filled with disgrace.
People that blame others for their fate;
Treating each other as a snare and bait.
Didn’t we have our own innocence?
How dare we tarnish it by our own decadence.
Our self-centered ideals of the present;
Distorts our future and corrupts what’s recent.
How long was it before the last time we reflect?
For we, humans, are born imperfect.
Histories of our actions, born from indignation
Should our creator regret his own creation?
Say it now, see it when, hear it soon;
Lest we receive judgement as our boon.
Punishments for our deeds that are unjust;
In Shoah we burn as we rot to dust.