To be or not to be,
To see or not to see,
We hear what we want to hear
And that is the problem, my dear.
To speak before we think,
Make decisions in a blink,
To be safe but still fear;
Problem after problem, my dear
To promise but not do,
To judge without a clue,
When a man sheds a tear
His neighbor does not care, my dear
To have ample and not share,
To know and not be fair,
To lie and to cheat
Without skipping a beat
How did we even get here?
Dirt under thin veneer
I think I’ve made it clear
We are the problem, my dear
By Farzeen Sana
2nd year (Q-46)
