Here we are,
Another conceited notion
At hope for humanity.
Wrapped in delusion
And on the other side ignorance.
Where heart doesn’t exist there is only stone.
No one cares when you break stone,
No one should.
Stone has no use except for building,
Heart brings us family, light, and love.
But who cares about any of that,
Just another poetic disposition from the cliche starving artist.
Just another conceited notion, that people might actually be good.
James J Jackson 