Why talk of anyone ? Anywhere you go, There are so many people as vices. Between them there have no peace The happiness they hate it. The unfortunate they despise it. Contradictory greeds push them, To aspire to a universal cataclysm. For a fleeting pleasure or for a love of the cash They conceive the existence as a gladiator fight We screw, We fight with the same, We enter the bullring A concentration of fawns, but animals are peaceful between them. Whereas we delight enter tearing. The animal, tames it with some flesh But the furies of the people devour even those who feeds The wise person will not anymore stop being angry, Because the universe is filled with vices and murder. Every day the desire to hurt increases And the shame which slows down it decreases. One have to throw to the lions the respect for the truth and the just. The desires spreads anywhere And the murders do not hide any more. They are made under our eyes, and are printed in our memories. So trivialized by the media, It become a leisure. And it's frightened to see what the future spent. The innocence is not only fragile, it does not exist any more. Who kick the laws? A minority, isolated peoples? No, everybody is filled with defects.. Whatever we make, we are at the edge of the chaos Under the human nature.