The World As We Know It
Holding my note pad
With my pen in my right hand,
Looking over this Earth,
Observing and learning since my birth,
But what is my life worth?
When there are people in the world with little to no hope,
They have close to nothing; all they can do is mope.
The world is nowhere near perfect
When parts of it are subjects to neglect;
They are forgotten
Thrown out as if they were rotten.
People need to return to humanity
Because the world is filled with insanity,
Global Warming, Poverty, Hunger, and War,
People need to stop the fighting, stop the gore.
The world needs to change
And to many people, change is rather strange,
But this change is a small price
That strengthens the heart and soul, it’s worth the sacrifice.
The world is far from perfection
It is missing human affection…
This is the world as we know it.
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