Humans

 Are what we our called, but what we really are is anything but? Happiness we get by other misery, too watch other fail.
Lives we steal form others around us, as our drive is by other heart break. Our blood pumps cold through soul's heartless beings that walk this planet. We lost sight in the real meaning of life, it's all about us.
Land we have wars' over meant to share, taking what we can. Killing what get's in our way, our path cold and dark death almost knocking at door; dream's become as disease, as hope becomes the new dirty word.
Free minds are the thing of the pass as our pass come back to haunt us, Now family's hold no ties, as brothers are never more to bear the cross as god is only some name in a book..
Our children become nothing more than like a lost pet, but yet we take care of pets better.