what kind of world?

What kind of world is this,

That for some to live, others must die
And for some to thrive, others must weep
For some to step higher, some must be stepped on

What kind of world is this,

That we must all erect shields and hide behind them
And those who choose no weapon are shown no quarter?
That we must all have forts against each other
And those left in the wind are shut out?

What kind of world is this,

Where the weak are stomped out and extinguished
And the meek trodden on and forgotten
To be our shadows in their muted existence,
the darkness that lets us shine bright?

What kind of world is this,

Where not enough tears are shed in empathy
Where water runs murky and not pure
Where hope is plucked like a weed in a yard
And cast in the garden bonfire to be burnt and gone

Where goodness is choked and has to sputter to life
Where purity is a dying ancient breed,
fading to dust even in the museums of our minds
Where morals are something evoked only to blame another
But conveniently forgotten when the defendant is ourselves.

what kind of world is this,

Where to forget a hundred horrible things
We go out and do another ten?
Where we have a thousand excuses
But only a fraction of apologies
Where it is a sign of weakness to cry
But not necessarily so, to lie.

Why?
Why?