Confused Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

My head spins in confusion
There is no right answer
You can do no right in this place
That people try to tell me is the world
This supposed world is more hell then anything
Where people die in pain and suffering
For no reason other then they were born
Children do not choose their parents or the race
Nor do they choose their place of birth or their families history
They are only born
In this hell that is our world
So why do people judge others by their parents or color?
Is it because they are just like that
Or is it because they are just to insecure and concieted
That they think that no one but people like them are good enough
To deserve food and love and respect?
To these people I have nothing to say
For you are not worth speaking to
My head spins
Not with confusion
But with hate for what has become of this world
That is more hell then anything.