Why this life?

Did someone put me here to live 

or did they put me here to survive

I live around people that don't have morals 

but know the means of surviving 

many of them strive to do good 

but the corruption of the society forces their strive into a dive

in a direction that they can't see 

just as driving down a road that leads to the sea 

But how can you live if you are forced to survive 

living is for the the live

Why this life?

This poem is about: 
My community


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