The world,

Is a broken record,

Playing over and over again.

The faults, pain, and blood shed,

Never really forgotten,

Never really gone.

Because humans,

Are ignorant creatures.

Thinking the faults of others,

Can't be there own.

So they comet these fault themselves,

And start the record again.

But it's never going to change,

And it might never stop.

Because like a broken record,

It goes on over and over again,

Until it's picked up,

Dropped down,

And stomped apon.