Why?

Why is this world filled with hate?

Why those who you love be taken away?

Why some of those who claimed to be good show hate?

Is this fate? Or a mistake?

Why is peace not revealing itself?

Why only some come to help?

But, only from a call for help, since there is an issue that needs to be dealt.

Why do we fear the future?

Is it just enough torture?

Do we not have enough fortune?

Is all of this not worth it?

Worth the love?

Worth the effort?

Worth the battle, forever?

Why does this world stay to be?

Why do many want money?

Why do we not care?

Why do we sit in that chair over there?

Some of this isn't fair.

Or is it?

Or it's just an illuion?

That nothing is improving?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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