"Blood"- an original poem

[StardoostLegend]

Our thoughts of blood, so ironic is it not?
The very substance that flows through us all, strikes us with fear and distrust
The tissue and matter that make us, seen in our eyes as ugly and disgust
The very skeletons within us are shunned as works of hell,
Forever cursed by humanity by this spell,
This spell that’s so iconic, so symbolic,
Deteriorated what was once so beautiful, into something that seems as it was never meant to be,
Seems like it was something we should never see,
Robbed of its innocence, and given wings of war and death.
Was it rejected by a leader, or simply by choice of the followers,
Followers who are false,
Followers who support their cause for selfish reasons,
Reasons of power and wealth, not of belief or trust.
For their own selfish ideas have blinded them,
Their ideas have become a hand over their eyes,
They have manifested their own demise,
A parasite that steers us away from our sanity,
From our own humanity,
That consumes our common sense and logic,
And replaces it with a mindset forever bound to its own views.
For they preach so called “righteous” desires,
But they’ve shunned their own flesh and being,
They’ve destroyed what was already so perfect without needing,
Without the need to have decency, to have empathy or humility,
Without eyes, and forever in infamy.
And the irony of it is,
These people can be any of us