Analysis of why a title, when a MEANS HAS NO END

As a Poet I write what others feel;
 for the hungry knowing not their next meal,
 for the drug addict fixing to steal,
 for the meek who kneel...
 Ive seen less than more,
 whats real is hard core,
 simple is American living,
 real is those not giving...
 We are at a moment in life,
 where selfishness is our own strife,
 while knowing God has your back,
 unselfishness is what you most lack...
 It would be my end,
 if I just played pretend,
 following the path of others,
 not loving ALL as my Sisters & Brothers...