Backwards World

Turning to the last page of a book not yet written.

I see the end and then pretend that, the future, I can sit in.

Bodies turned red, once alive, are dead. Crimes faiths were committing.

Wrongs, injustices, and death, humanity is permitting.

Governments have the power to cease all, but on their hands they're sitting.

We ask where at this evil breeds, with the commiters openly admitting.

With coagulation of idea's circulation, ignorance is what we're getting.

Were supposed to stop the evil and bad, have we been forgetting?