Where is evil in the world.
Where is hatred in the word.
Hiding in the grass tight curled,
Or is it just a cost incurred.
In fact is it a real concept,
Or just a simple category.
Is it that we can't accept,
That we are just as predatory.
But then as we misunderstand,
That which we speak so casually.
We call the other underhand,
When they speak so rationally.
For ever as it always was,
The eye of the beholder,
I think it must have been because,
I gave it the cold shoulder.
The point I make, oh friend of mine,
That ever is our thought.
Always biased to consign,
To hell the one's we've fought.
Where is hatred in the word.
Hiding in the grass tight curled,
Or is it just a cost incurred.
In fact is it a real concept,
Or just a simple category.
Is it that we can't accept,
That we are just as predatory.
But then as we misunderstand,
That which we speak so casually.
We call the other underhand,
When they speak so rationally.
For ever as it always was,
The eye of the beholder,
I think it must have been because,
I gave it the cold shoulder.
The point I make, oh friend of mine,
That ever is our thought.
Always biased to consign,
To hell the one's we've fought.
