How Ironic

How ironic that people steal for happiness

but the one thing the heart truly desires is love when we can not steal that?

How ironic that the youth is looked apon as pure and the future

But they are beat, raped, and mudered?

How is there supposed to be a future if there is no more youth?

How ironic that a little girl can be looked apon as sweet and innocent

or some perverts next victim...

How could something so sweet and unknowing of the world 

be thrown in the back of truch like a stray dog going to be put down

her parents not knowing of what is going to happen to their baby..

only thinking she is on her way to school safe and sound..

How can a man that was brought up by the most loving of parents steal 

someones innocence and will to live all over his own selfish desires..

How ironic that he'd steal for happiness when all he wanted was to be loved...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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