To live, we have to see ourselves as good,
So brain takes over, saying,"I am great".
Our mind's-eye feeds the ego, sets the mood
To keep it self-sustaining, full of hate.

We truly hate each person not like "me"
And think of them a lesser sort of soul
Because they have not had our pain, you see.
They're not religious, have not been made "whole".

They do not love our saviour, are not "saved".
Their skin is not the colour of bleached kale.
Look at their politics, or how they've raved,
Or got what they are wearing in a sale.

He takes hard drugs, and she is much too fat.
They give their kids away to social care.
Still hearing mirror tell us " I'm all that"
We leave our social circle almost bare.

How 'bout the alcoholics that abuse,
Or ailing pro's who die out in the night?
We turn our backs and blindly just accuse
Drug-ridden kids who cannot help their plight.

The great unwashed, the posh, the rich, the dead,
We still come up with other titles, names,
While ego still plays "sicko" in our head
And makes us think we're perfect, plays more games.

Then what of all the ones that are depressed?
We wouldn't let ourselves get such as they.
The hypochondriacs, the ones repressed?
We wish the world would make them go away.

For we are perfect in our little world.
Our ego tells us that it must be thus.
How dare we leave our thoughts of hate unfurled
To keep us from what really defines us.

Compassion, smiles and love are all that count
When we seek to account for who we are.
To give and not to take in large amount
Gives purpose, helps make love instead of war.

It's not about religion, votes or "right",
Nor yet to have our neighbours praise our deeds.
It's all about reflecting to our sight
What future generations sow as seeds...