The Grass of the World
The World
Our World
Is so beautiful in one way
But, horrible in another
The dimensions are so perfect, that it's imperfect
There is no faith, nor luck
It is the masterpiece of the Gods
But yet, everything about the world is Bad
Some, might question the Gods
But, others might question themselves
Why is the World so big?
Why am I so small?
Am I really worthy to God?
Or am I really worthy to myself?
Many questions are asked
But, none of them are truthful
Because, it all comes down to Grass
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world