I Looked Outside

I sat and looked at the world outside from the window my father sat beside. I saw what he saw then turned away and heard the words he could not say. The world is a cruel confusing place, may as well call us the inhuman race. Hostile and greedy and vicious as hell, I hear the toll of humanity's knell. Hypocrites bray and preachers scream. Even awake it is still a bad dream. As war rages on and politicos lie, I often wish I could cash out and die. The savagery of the heart of man is a quandary I never will understand. Yes life is sad and brimming with sin, but if I had my wish I'd try it again.