Life...

Tell me, tell me, oh do tell.

Can you bear to see others suffer while you dwell

Behind iron curtains and walls of steel

while in fists of iron, the damned shall rot and feel.

Can you tell me if you have a heart of gold?

What would you do if your worst enemies fold?

Greet them as equal and take them into ranks?

Or would you just as quickly drain out their banks?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps we are all humans after all.

We're selfish, inconsiderate and would love to see those we hate fall.

Of course you may claim me wrong,

And proceed to write a passionate song.

Then again, what do I know.

All around me, most people I see possess such a glow.

Of one not content with his wife or life's strife,

But I guess that is just the beauty of life...