I watch you smile at me when all is pretty,
Engaging talk of music and the art,
While knowing what you will do without pity,
Who you’ll become when things get rough.
Oh how soon they turn each other on…
Engulfing streams of sounds to please thy brother.
And how those words will cut into the bone,
So easily they will turn.. on each other.
And disagreements turn into a fray.
The hurtled balls of words into another’s court…
Thus, people unconditionally slaughter and betray
The dignity of own being with no sense or thought.
The cruel sensitivity of human species,
Composing the endless stories of one’s hurt…
The pieces fall, and people fall to pieces.
You ‘love’ thy brother.. while you plunge him into dirt.