There’s so many that have

Sold out their souls

To the devil you may, conclude in a haste

Far more worse, it is one can say

Sold out to land, religion or race

Or for some ancient, idea insane

That they don’t feel warmth

Nor any respect

For fellow humans, existing around them

And they go about their life

As good as your’s and mine

But insidiously spreading

Anger and hate