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The Noise of the World
The world’s on fire in a three piece suit,
Smiling on camera while it steals the truth.
Kids learn fear before they learn grace,
And nobody looks anybody in the face.
Bombs fall somewhere every damn day,
While strangers online just scroll away.
Politicians argue, billionaires grin,
And the poor keep paying for all of their sins.
The oceans rise while the forests choke,
Half the world’s starving, half numb from smoke.
Everybody shouting, nobody hears,
Drowning in outrage and recycled fears.
We traded front porches for glowing screens,
Lost ourselves somewhere inside machines.
People want love but settle for likes,
Building fake kingdoms from hashtags and hype.
And still somehow, through all the mess,
A tired mother gets her child dressed.
A man walks his dog to survive one more day,
A poet still sits down with something to say.
Because chaos is loud
But the human heart is stubborn too.
It keeps lighting candles
In storms it already knows
It cannot control.
And maybe that’s the miracle.
Not that the world is sane
But that some of us
Still choose kindness anyway
A pause, A breath
By Jason Strickland
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