Man Kind

They are greed
they eat from our unclean hands
the fruit of life, and with
full stomachs reach ravenous
fingers into our minds for more.
They are pain
They steal away the naive children
of hope, leaving great gaping holes
in our hearts, then shamelessly pour
salt over our fresh wounds.
They are hate
They are velvet smiles with razor
touch, smoldering with jealousy
and blind to innocence, bitterly
spreading their vile disease.
They are fate
They are the inevitable, the fall of
mankind, whose jaws close with
thoughtless brutality on us all,
their oblivious reflections.