Man's Own Inhumanity to Man

Man’s Own Inhumanity to Man

 

There is no wound deeper than that made by a friend.

The heart shatters into pieces, too broken up to mend.

Trust is such a fragile thing,

Like fine spun glass it shatters,

And what is left is a life undone,

Where hurt is all that matters.

I look around and see

Empty hearts with broken dreams,

And empty eyes with sadness look

Into my heart and scream.

Pain in every corner in every single heart,

Tho most remains unspoken, it is hidden just in part.

For every single heart

Has shed its many tears,

And every single life knows

A multitude of fears.

And every single heartache

Has left its mortal scar,

And changed the life it wounded

As if it were at war.

So be kind unto your neighbor.

Look at his motives well.

For his actions are determined

By his own amount of hell.

And in love…..

Be gentle……

Kind.......

For the Only true insanity…

              Is man’s own inhumanity to man.

Written by CheyFire

Sept 1986