Do We Really Care? Pt.2

I'm curious because to show mercy once in a
Blue moon only makes the unforgiving
More furious
As if kindness and grace were ethereal rare
Gifts in the realm of the luxurious
As if there was something hard and remote
At the core of the human nucleus
Despite compassion and tenderness making the
Darkest of souls almost perfectly luminous
I've sensed some creature not far
From the surface, cold-blooded, imperious
With a hard like a cannonball lost
In an ocean trench - stony, impervious
Or lodestone lodged in the brain and locked
On a bad star that brings out
The worst in us
Look at me, God's gift to graffiti
Spell-checking 'Endurious'
Look at you
Joy-riding the soft-top hearse all
The way to the terminus
Here we go
Planting our poppies then torching
The forest carelessly serious
Meanwhile, we're crowding the brink
Of the lip of
The cusp of the ring of the next vesuvius
Trying to flag down a
Passing planet or mothership
Failing to lip-read the universe