The beast

The vains pop out of its head;
It lifts, runs, and out paces any;
Anything it encounters becomes dead;
It can be your friend, teacher or trainee.

Its day begins by waking in bed,
Once awake, it begins its daily routines.
It turns on the tele and watches the news;
Seeing all the death and lost in the Philippines.

It then goes on to work and does as told;
Creating new inventions that betters killing.
In with the new out with the old,
It then ponders at why so many are dieing.

It is not evil nor good;
It can be catholic, Protestant or christian;
It is the being we call a human.