Real Being the Perception

Reality seems to be careless
never neglectful but
how could it be that there let
lie a pained man cry
a dying woman die
just to get a glance of eyes
and why
need there be an epidemic for
the world to go to war
against the right guy
the right enemies stares us in the eye
yet we let him pass us by and turn around and try
to assist him in his endeavors
but why
so reality says that this is the way it works
this is how much it hurts
this is when you give birth
this is your empty church
this joy will be your first
and this one your last
reality is past,
present and future
in an elegant stupor
so brilliant we see the light from within like it gets in our skin
and turns our blood
as we're newly akin
to this being we are
this pain we feel
this person by far
whose scars will not heal
but these bars will not deal
with the problems we face
they will not change place
they will not change pace
on point like an ace
our problems will persist
and so must we
and never will the world be free
never a great man i might be
but always a great hand you will see
because sadly enough the is the curse over me.
i wish i knew what i fight for anymore
maybe...
Peace...