The Flaw

In search of perfection
what this world found is faults
Faults of inequality, faults of violence
of waging wars and spilling blood

Yes, they are buried deep,
all the flaws
the breaks are bandaged,
so that you close your eyes
and still look at perfection,
so that you justify your loopholes
The world is flawed and so are you

Blinded with prejudice,
your ignorance to see truth,
your carelessness to your neighbour

Why can't this world be
an equal place for equal people?
Why should the need be
to the satisfiers of the need?
Why must the common man die of starvation?
(He starved for justice and died
and justice never came.)

If you still see it as
a flawless beautiful picture,
then close your eyes and go to sleep
The world doesn't need you
because...
you are flawed and thus is the world.