Sinners Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

Sinners have made their own playgrounds,
they have made it into the government,
into the criminal organizations,
into the society,
but,
every sinner is worst than others or better than other sinners,
sins talk about us,
talk about our errors,
and our biggest sin is to let ourselves continue,
continue to make others become worst sinners.

We kidnap kids to make them our lab rats,
but,
after they become useless we just throw them,
living with all those horrible memories.

We kill sons,
daughters,
fathers,
mothers,
making others feel horrible about their deaths,
making them want to join them by the path of suicide.

We keep making others suicide,
we bully them,
we threaten them,
we wished their deaths,
and some didn't even feel bad for it,
and the ones who knew about this,
they don't care,
and bully others,
and threat others.

Our humanity is being loss,
our cruealty is increasing,
how can we call ourselves 'Civilized',
or worst,
how can we call ourselves 'humans',
how impressing is that,
there is people who still have 'hope',
for this 'humanity'.