Different skins same sins

Different skins same sins

We’re men of different skins,
fighting for a coloured flag.
In the end no one ever wins,
all that sin for nothing, a drag.

Does it matter who fires the first shot,
I wonder what the bibles say.
If they fight for what you’ve got,
isn’t that coveting on display.

Covet a very comfortable word,
in a book of ready made excuses.
To say it borders on the absurd,
only ever helps hide it’s abuses.

Pillage is that not the better used,
after all it goes straight for the throat.
Giving clarity to those we’ve abused,
making whoever’s next, take note.

Slaughter, doesn’t that just ring out,
you can just picture all that mess.
Limbs lopped off as people shout,
an action that really does impress.

Maim, disfigure or simply torture,
man has really made this an art.
Perhaps beheading will end, in future,
we’ll return to gouging out the heart.

See man can never end his cruelty,
whatever bibles or psychiatry says.
We just have to face man’s reality,
if we have greed then cruelty stays.