World Hate
I find myself stretched
In a world where nothing is left
Everyone takes for themselves
Never thinking of someone else
I look at my children and fear
for the future is no longer clear
There is so much HATE in the WORLD
But where do I begin......
All because of the Color of one's skin
I find myself out of breath
How can my children grow up if there is nothing left.
This poem is about:
Our world