Real People Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

What if they gave a sudden war
no one would know what it was for
thus few would join as volunteers
as it takes gold to drown out fears.

And have you ever wondered why
some humans can't see eye to eye,
genetically they're born with hate
they would not win in a debate.

Thus, all that's left for them to master
is tricks to bring about disaster.
Backstabbing, lies and darkened streets
dishonesty's what mankind meets.

Their word is hollow, meaning zilch
at home they call these weasels knilch.
They tend to shift from town to city
to hide their ragged souls. A pity.

But it takes little time to see
for others, folks like you and me
that some of us do dwell in rot
but real people they are not.