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