Friday, February 25, 2011

The rioter, murderer, my brother.


What madness drives thou, what hatred so red?
that a life seems so tiny,
and the screams go unheard?

Are these your beliefs? Are these your own?
What anger pushes thou,
so these actions unfold?

I wish I could tell you, I hope you would see
You'd derive no satiety,
not even for thee.

For what unites us brother, or what shows us apart,
isn't skin deep nor
what we are taught

What unites us rather, is our own free will.
For our own thoughts we make
for good or evil.