desolation, destruction

A poem on the way the world is and may turn into.

Look around do you see?
What this place has come to be?

Locked in a prison of vengence and pain.
Not seeing with our hearts, we have only ourselves to blame.

Selfishness and greed have such a powerful hand.
Which lead to catastrophic results, they go hand in hand.

So easily forgotten lessons of the past,
When something is to be gained so easily, so fast.

What drives the human soul is selfishness, greed, and fear.
Desolation, destruction, so very near.