To: The Artisan

The artisan of soul
I don't understand your goal
Was it to encourage man kind
Or to create destructive mind?
How pathetic has your imagination
become?
Now, even the good lives feel numb
What will the future be?
How much more do we have to see?
how much longer in this criticism
will we live?
How much more time do we have to give?
What is left in this world for us to take?
What more will your power make?
Just answer this, it will satisfy
This art of yours, I too want to try
Only this time, I'll think through the
making
This time, it'll be perfect, there's no faking....