Human Kind

A delve into the chaos of humanity.

Virgin thoughts un-plagued by hate,
Un-plagued by those unsound of mind,
Make beauty in her purest form
Look dull compared with human kind.

Earth's embrace is full of love,
Yet human kind is like to scorn;
Canvas minds are fast up-heaved
And bared towards the ripped and torn.

Pretty things are delicate
And break when bashed in bitter brawls-
Innocence of thought is scathed
And pretty hands are made to scrawl.

Animals are born of Earth,
Yet animals have never lied,
Never crushed nor violated
Those without a darker side.

Children are not born from scorn,
But out of love, or loving hate,
Is human kind so kind indeed
Which saves its children far too late?