How bad are we?

The lame cut his hand
realising the one he loved would never stand
with a feeble rescue
but lot of words to serve as next cue
the fatalist wanders with pain
largely in his self domain

The next door turned a joker
for did he love a hooker
concealing deep emotions in his amusing acts
but love wouldnt come from any direction
a rare human connection
all came were streams of lust
causing this man to now dream in dust

The freshmen never made it to the next level
Jumping so high that he met God's level
nascent love that had started to bloom
but ended in a doom
future to forget this lad's name
but he was not the only one to blame

The savage became a saint
shades of saffron, the color of his new life's paint
he forgets the numerous battles he won
but remembers the single war he lost, undone
love wasnt in the destiny of strong hands
men swayed but not love under his command

The nomad left the country
someone he thought was his is now free
a base of permanency is a hard fate
he seeks ahead a new gate
showing him respite into novel life
cuz love sometimes strifes

The wise moved on
throwing away traces of black rose and cactus thorn
bringing his aberrant life on track
he doesnt want love to be his next attack
a broken passion tries to mend
in a glimpse of hopeful light, for a new friend...