Why do people criticize,
When they do not understand?
Making others walk,
In a sacrificial land.
Why do people laugh?
When they don't know how to cry?
Why not tell the truth?
Instead they always lie.
Making others hurt,
Is all they live to do.
Why look so surprised?
When all they are is you?
a poem by: Marianne K. Pritt
Dedicated to eveyone whom thinks themselves not guilty of being human.