The Poison Brother

As normal as people wish they could be, I know they truly are not, Instead of sitting with his neighbor, he rather take the shot, with wars and gold and stories they told, A glory so rotten, your bones would turn cold. A history in which women and children are sold, To shame the devil, to wait for the world to fold. Tis what you are, so your stories are the most broken of the darkest of stars, Hands that show deep and permanent scars. Yet you done so much, but have never come far. Is this the worlds fate , be diamonds, gold , racism and hate. The ending will come soon, i wish we could wait. for the most wicked of us, have sealed our fate.