The truth of this grown up world
When sleepless nights became a habit
The days I woke up tired
When trick stopped working, counting white rabbits
The day I was first hired
In this world there’s nothing but greed
While the rich man lies on a cloud
Watching the poor struggle for basic needs
He stands unbowed
The world works in unfair ways
But we must continue to walk through the blaze
This poem is about:
Our world