This World We Live In

The world is a scary place

but you didnt need me to say that...

               ... did you?

You think all people are pure

that the truth overpowers the lies,

the good always wins...

                ... until the day it doesn't.

Why we live in a place such as this

I will never understand.

Why we think its okay;

the innocent going to jail,

the sick dying their slow painful death,

and the good... the good getting hurt.

And we just sit and watch when action could be taken.

We sit here helplessly


hoping that one day we no longer have to feel this pain.


So here's my letter to you, 

but its not really for you... 

                 ... for me

in hopes that maybe i'll understand.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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