The injustice, 

The stupidity, 

The sadness, 

The rage. 


This year has shown, 

The world's a big stage. 

The villains on one side, 

Good versus bad. 


But the audience puzzles, 

Over this muddled act, 

They still seem to think, 

There's a lot of gray. 


The line was drawn, 

Years, years ago.

But they still keep on coming,

To this bizarre show.


People were made,

To reach for the light,

Still they grovel and dig,

And revel, and fight.


I am helpless,


On a lost sea.


How can I change it?

Oh, Lord, please help me.  

This poem is about: 
Our world


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