shout-out to the World
The Earth sits, hanging in space,
Two worlds splits it,
One in light, the Greatest, the Best!
One in dark, "We'll help it up!"
I make a tag, and it's answered with a "lol!"
I post a blog, and theviewers spread "hate"
"hate", a noun? "lol", a word?
The World suddenly raced to make new words,
The World suddenly shut out the Other World,
The Third World.
The Third World - it lies forgotten,
Under a mound of "hippie trash".
The Third World - it tries to crawl up the same ladder,
But the world takes away the same ladder,
Gives it another ladder,
A shorter ladder.
"Here," the World says, "Donate your money and help the needy - I did!"
"I did!"
"I did!"
The World shuts me out - I am lost.
The world is no World, with no text-posts or blogs or inter-web,
or tweets and likings and "friends".
I have no World.
All because I was late in the World's ascension.
I am the next world?
A world of decline, a world of war, a world of hunger, a world of savages?
The Earth sits, hanging in space,
Two worlds splits it,
One in light, the Greatest, the Best!
One in dark, always in dark.
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