Erasure

One rule for us, for you another
Do unto yourself as you see fit for your brother
Is that not within your realm of understanding?
A fifty second capacity of mind, too demanding?
Well then poor unfortunate you
There are a myriad of things that you can do
Like pick up a pen and paper or go talk to a friend
The history of the future
No violence or revenge
Your shame is never...ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty and how you ever entered into this life
God only knows, the infinite complexities of love
We all have the ability
Our freedom is fragile
We all laugh and we cry don't we?