World Views

Mon, 10/09/2017 - 18:00 -- Stout82

I see it on the news, every single day;How broken the world is and how it lost its way; Fathers and sons are away, nowhere to be found;Mothers and daughters are screaming, but no one hears a sound;Children are lost, gone without any evidence or trace;People are not being judged by their character but instead by their race; Nations are fighting, brother against brother;Just because one of them favors a religion over another;Old people are forgotten and are thrown in the trash;People are robbed constantly by tax companies of their cash; What happened to us? The way we were before?Where everyone was safe and free to unlock their doors;Or maybe that was an illusion, created in our heads;Because no one really is safe, perhaps only when they’re dead; But we shouldn’t give up our hope for mankind;There’s still that good in us, even though it’s hard to find;You may not see it at first, you’ll have to dig deep;It’s probably deep down in our souls, bunch up in a heap; We should do it, not for us, but for the kids, we’ll leave behind;So they’ll be safe to be who they are and no one will mind; 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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Stout82

This is how I view the world.

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