Thoughts from the Band Room

A poem about something I saw in the band room at school, this definately wasn't music.

When I enter and look around,
The thoughts that I have are not profound.
The visions that I see are evil and bad
The thoughts in my head make me really sad.
How can they do these things right here?
To see the effects does not take a seer.
All men have these thoughts,
And no one thinks otherwise.
I tell you right now, so listen to me;
Can anyone's eyes behold that and see
Anything moral and anything good?
No; and I know, for there I stood.
--Class200288