Pleh!

We are all emotionally primitive
and yet, we are left the superior species?
History shows our insecurity and lack of maturity;
we kill each other for fun!
The energy and creativity that spawns self-destruction
confuses those of us that just want to live

Our masters use us as canvasses for horrid works
using the power of deception as their brush
We are but blood-red paint that decorate the halls of history
while they are the artist presenting it to the gallery of the future

poem by Jason DeLeon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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