The bile

How many obvious pretences of a dying man,

How many blunt fake smiles,

How many unread suicide notes,

Will human ignorance fulfil?

How many empty stomachs 

Will the selfish human starve?

How many poor should be starved to death?

To satisfy the rich's fear of losing their wealth.

How many dead soldiers and half-killed,

How many broken legs and broken hearts,

Will stop human's ego, to stop war forever,

And forever! ...and ever!

How many gold,

How many diamonds,

How many bags of jewels,

How many lands and properties,

And how many counts of money,

Will satisfy human insatiable desires?

How many men, How many women?

And how many rounds of a sweet long-lasting climax,

Will satisfy human desires to stop cheating?

How many years will it take us to prepare,

For marriage and still not divorce?

When you do good, you say it's God,

And when you do bad, hmm!