The Ways

The world is melting

The air is thin

The streets are filled with bloodshed

Animals are crying 

Plants are dying

The world will never be safe again

People seek hearts

People seek comfort 

People will never find their purpose

People stick in the shadows

People never want to step in the light

People turn their backs on the world

Be the light for those who stay in the shadows

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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