A Man Made World

Benjamin Martinez

As I walk through this world of hate and desire,

I’m always followed by a great horned choir.

What a cold and desolate place,

Always attacked by a many of face.

So much coming and going ,

Oh how does it keep flowing.

I try to keep to myself,

But I must let it out. The shout.

The life in this world is hard for most,

But, some scrounge enough to boast.

From coast to coast all are alike, except those

Who await to be put on a pike. All difference are frowned

Upon, even those that help us get along. Though

This truth might be a fright, I must say all this

Occurs in plain sight, but only witnessed

By those who experience this, so let you I will,

Enjoy the Bliss.