By Benjamin Shapiro
We treat violence as a fact of life,
Love as an abomination,
We blame the poor for their strife
And give the rich our nation.
We quote Christ-like platitudes,
While treating others like a plague,
Though on neighborly attitudes
Jesus was not vague.
Upon ourselves we don’t reflect,
We refuse to look inside,
Our negativity we project
On people we deride.
We are sick at heart, society,
And if we choose to let that be,
The illness will spread infinitely,
Killing you and killing me.