World Crisis

Screams erupting from silent souls, 
to be unheard in the midst of the worlds cries,

Skins blanket small children yet their bones are still shown,

Small footprints scatter down dirt paths for they have nothing to cover their feet,

The teeth of sleeping teenagers have chattered in the harsh winds of silent streets,

no warmth to fill their beings, left to be an empty shell of what they used to be,

Adolescents resort to many coping methods for living in this corrupt society,

Cutting, smoking or much worse, 
Who could ever bestow such a curse?

The numbers are increasing in divorce and unemployment rates,

Discrimination is everywhere, amongst gender, race, religion and sexuality,

Beliefs that are transmitted from adults to innocent children,

Hatred that gradually stems and can only grow when watered.

Wars are erupting across the small planet we call home,

A place where humans abuse their dwelling,

by introducing man-made chemicals to local water systems,

Where barriers are built,

The damnation of canyons,

Destroying and deteriorating the natural beauty of our ecosystems,

Where the once carefree animals now think of our species as formidable,

and as a symbol of anything but humane,

The epitome of chaos,

How can one find peace?

When there is famine and poverty and pollution and despondency?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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