Biohazard

We used to be part of the same thing,
But now you make strides for the gold ring,
You make our sacred ground into a slaughterhouse,
You used to look me in the eye but now you look me up and down.
Competition always looking out for self,
Indecision and then your friendship fell,
No religion no ethics in your ways,
I pray for you to see the error of your days,