Wrong Thought Process Poem by Emma Connor

My eyes have been opened its poison that I see,
These ego driven people, so emotional free.

Living in a bubble, in a zombie like state,
With a padlocked soul and a heart full of hate.

They're motivated by money, and craving attention,
searching for their next hit and striving for perfection.

They have no inner peace, just thoughts about war,
feeding their burning rage, but what for.

They'll never see the beauty of the rising of the sun,
they only see the need for their weapons, knives and guns.

They'll never understand how cruel they have become,
for their mind, body and soul have all become so numb.

Their thoughts are so ugly they spit acid when they speak,
there hostile voice, shouting down at the weak.

They look at domination as a sign of their own progress,
never realising they have the wrong thought process.