Faults
In bed sat a man
Thinking at night
How people were stupid
Their beliefs trite
Frustrated with the world
He just couldn’t see
What people were doing…
How could this be?
He looked to the sky
For answers from above
He saw too much hate
And not enough love
Too many of his friends
Had followed the crowd
They had sacrificed their ways
And he had allowed
Them to conform
To what everyone thought
He hated their ways now
He wished they had fought
Yet his friends seemed happy
They had things to say
Why was he so very sad…
So bothered this day
You cannot change what people do
You cannot fight their ways
For everyone has faults you see
Faults that they will say
And though you disagree at times
Please try not to be so sad
Why can’t we see the good in people
Instead of dwelling on the bad