It begins from a single person to another and then the next,
It is a line so long it'll be impossible to uncover it's place of birth,
Hurt keeps being passed down in more folds than received,
After feeling that much agony, it's only natural to pass it on till a sense of justice is perceived.
Some tag practitioners of this as evil and vile,
But are unaware of the source of the problem, the rile,
If they were to walk the same shoes of pain, they likely would be twice as vile,
For a broken heart is not a heart that sees,
When pain is all you've known, pain is all you'll have to give,
For it is an impossibility to source an ocean when you're nothing but just a stream.
The pain chain is impossible to understand from the outside, except you've been within,
It's perpetrators may be guilty of evil, but not wanting to sin,
It's just too hard to create a scene, without adding the knowledge of what you've seen,
Instead of throwing more fuel to their lives already on fire and damaged in flames,
Show them a little love, a little kindness to arouse the conscience and discernment fast asleep.