The world is covered in a shroud of suffering,

consumed by fire and stricken by poison,

families deprived of life,

no longer sail the seas.

Individuals who drink the blood of vengeance

are nothing more than a machine.

Those who are blinded by such incompetence

to acknowledge the truth of suffering,

become confined within their own prison.

Bounded to this destitute earth,

lives an incurable disease called Ignorance

For which man has given birth.

Now I ask myself, "What would I change?"

Would it be the meaning of my words

Or the actions of my thoughts.

To understand the suffering of others

at the cost of my own life.

The remedy for blissful hope

is what I truly seek.

The way man views Human suffering,

is what I would change.