The Now

He said it was a moment of darkness,

Yes we know

Some of us far too well,

The deafening echo of the death bell;

 in an instance a family is draped in sadness.


And now we question ourselves

But who am I kidding?

We’ve been questioning ourselves;

Questions upon questions

Followed by millions of answers

But not one could suffice.


Because it’s no longer a moment of darkness

It’s a world of blackness,

Filled with people intoxicated and consumed

Living on anger and gloom

By now blind to any trace of color

Because us humans have forgotten

To see humanity in each other.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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