A Colorful Spinning Top Named Humanity Poem by solomon belay

The story of the people all of the people long long ago
The unoriginal tale as always it must go
Around and around and it never ends
The cruelty and the suffering remain unheard
Blowing in the wind as once the great country singer said
But he knew nothing he was one of the people
As a herd they keep following
What is there is what should be and what should stay
And we are the crazy ones!
We were always the crazy ones
From millenniums and years
As the battle and winners
As the horrors of textbooks and fanaticism weighed on us
As the crazed thoughts of tribalism
As the cries of children in the world
As the girl who ran to get something from the store
But in a moment there was no store and no girl
And great people were there to instill light
But they knew nothing
And the story does not end
The people will keep doing what the people do
They will hear but not listen
They will remember but they would not learn
Euphemisms and objects will be the only change
Time will show light with the help of these great original people
And the subject will turn
And the people will walk in circles on and on
And me, I might as well smile if I can't change the course
I might as well smile for nobody and nothing at all.