I see the top of the summit.

                        The hill of shame. The pinnacle of human accomplishments.

It would look good if I hadn’t been there to see it created.

            Madness.

                        Anger.

                                    Distortion.

 

Selfish thought on selfish thought plummeting over anybody who gets in the way.

The mountain keeps growing.

People lie bleeding in the streets.

Selfish man has found his victory……………….………………………………………. 

…………….……………………….. …Selfish man has found his shame, his death.

 

Run over those who get in your way.

            Pursue your victory.

                        Pursue your death.

                                    Destroy all who get in your way…….they would do it to you……..

…………………………………….someone will do it to you.

 

People lie bleeding in the streets, one on top of the other, with their faces shoved in their victory, their summit.

                        Everyone is covered in blood.

                                    Futility.

                                                Anguish.

 

Blood trickles from within me.

            Open wounds.

                        Open Anger.

                                    Unchecked Selfishness.