2d • Share your Poems
The world is a mess
They tell me to go out into the forest
So that I can clear my mind.
But how could anyone do that
While there are people
Somewhere in the world,
Dying for what their leaders
Think is “right”?
The world bleeds with hate,
People kill each other
Because of their beliefs,
Or their skin color,
Or their sexuality,
They always find a reason.
Why can’t we love each other
Like we love ourselves?
They tell me to listen to the birds,
But in order to do so,
It has to be quiet.
And in order to be quiet,
The warplanes have to die.
Politicians excuse their greed
With silly reasons
No one understands.
But when anyone dares
To say something against it,
They’re called a traitor
And treated as such.
Criminals deny their crimes
And are allowed to live
Like they always did.
They’re given the opportunity
To rape more children,
To torture more women,
To kill more people.
Our rights are slowly
Getting stolen from us,
And there’s nothing we can do
To fight this torturous process.
The only thing that remains
Is our hope
And our will to live.
I hope this will be enough.
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