Alive

Why are people dying?

Why aren’t people trying

To make a better place 

For us, the human race?

While the world is having a seizure,

We’re sitting here with leisure.

Everything is broken,

Yet no one has spoken.

This problem is continuous,

The people here – ambiguous,

Caught up in their minds,

Ignoring all my rhymes.

I thought life was for your passions,

But it’s, “sorry, here’s your rations.”

Every day’s a new dispute,

Becoming too much to compute.

It’s an angry black family, a misunderstood cop,

A psychotic bomber with no reason to stop.

It’s a world full of refugees with nowhere to go

And a country full of haters with no compassion to show.

Argue with the system, do whatever you need,

But that will never make our people genuinely freed.

Politics are stumbling;

Education crumbling.

And with every problem, there’s confusion

When we should have a solution.

Maybe this is profound

And maybe it’s just sound.

I don’t crave attention;

I just want direction.

I’m here, on earth, to make a difference;

I don’t need to make an inference.

With uncommon ambition,

I have made it my mission

To unite the world’s people,

To make it all more peaceful.

I woke up today, and I’ll wake up tomorrow

To somehow rid the world of all of its sorrow.

That’s my drive.

That’s why I’m – alive. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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