Incompatible religions breed disdain
And eyes of strife
Hostile political beliefs
The hate spills, spreads, and flies

Disease and war rule the earth
Millions of innocents die
The sun drops low
The doomed poor light small weak fires
The children hunger
Say what you may there are too many of us.

Too many angry perspectives
Forcing their foolish voices
Endless empty narcissistic verbatim
Endless portals and choices

Wasting psyches and voiceless cries
The genre of the deranged
Braided over and under
Their mortal fates are carelessly intertwined
Say what you may there are too many of us

Dividing into similar traits and like tongues
A racial methodology
Suspicious accepting none but their own
Categorized by wealth and chronologically

Intolerant, greedy self-loving
Brutish, lacking in kindness and empathy
Jaded, and pitiless they are devoid of sympathy
The future carefully observing will never yield
To the passage, we have chosen
Until at last our destiny is sealed
Say what you may there are too many of us.


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