Mankind

Cruel is the world of men,
Cruel are those who dwell in it.
You reader, are a monster.
And as are you, so am I too.

If cruelty was currency,
Than who could be richer than mankind?
Is it cruel for a son to disobey his father?
Is it cruel for a father to punish his son?
Nay and yet, yes indeed.

Both are cruel, both are poor souls.
Both wronged by each other and both suffer for it.
All are cruel, bide your time and you'll surely see,
That even I in my wisdom art a hypocrite plain as can be.

I speak of cruelty but what's crueler than I?
Both father and son are wronged.
Yet I sit here silent as they both cry.
Because to act would endanger me.

Cruel, cruel am I, letting things fall apart,
For a little bit of safety, so I can be happy.
Cruel are you too reader, to read this and think not on it.
I labor to write this, you labor to read.

Is cruel for me to think your thoughts must breed?
So cry all you want, go ahead and plead.
With half your petty demands, the other half bleeds.
How cruel are they, to spoil your fun.

Oh dear child, the fun's just begun.
You stand on their graves, the ruin of lives.
For your luxury, another one dies.
Cruel are the rich, for taking 'bout all.

Cruel are the poor, beggars one and all.
Oh cruel, cruel I be, full of antipathy.
Look at me generalize, but look at you read!
These woeful words you trace with your mind.

A thought transferred, a thought unkind.
Life is a show, for the world to see.
But we're all the fool, we're all cruel.
Yes you, and yes me.