A Conscious Transplant

I'm a writer not a fighter and I'm not sure about the prior
to loath, to despise your kind
to let them go by your hands and watch their mental state being take by
to leave them at the shore
washing your soul by their blood and feeling no remorse?
no dignified excuse to take someone's light and movement
no one can be born evil, their path of living chose it for them
surrounded by a reality of wrongs that seems right not to deny
taking in everything by their big innocent eyes
then changed to a blood lust guy
which the white canvass got filled with hate and despise
it would be strange if they see love and no hatred
they get defensive when they see something they don't know
fearing the enigma that there is something little less more
the untouched love they once had dried up and didn't bloom
now grown with hate, a dolorous talent
their unborn days filled with doom.