Humanity

I look around but I see no humanity
 
no peace, no hope, only insanity.
 
This world that was once filled with joy,
 
now it's a factory that no one enjoys.
 
What happened to love, dates, romance
 
now nothing is left up to chance.
 
What happened to papers, pens, books,
 
replaced with traitors, sins  and crooks.
 
This world is indeed an imperfect place
 
but imperfect is what made the human race.
 
All that I want is to fall in love with that world,
 
that everyone knows, but that everyone ignored. 
 
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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