It never occurs, how little time
We waste it so, it seems a crime
And yet a moment you could spare
To tell someone how much you care.
For in the end, nought else is worth
A fellow life upon this Earth
As each has value, as do we
And if we cared some more, we’d see.

O how destructive Man’s become
As missiles fly we hear them hum
And bullets pierce our so thin skin
That pit of despond we fall in.
So many want what isn’t theirs
It will not stop, for no one cares.

©Joe Wilson – The human condition…2016