I speak loudly,
But no one heard.
They say
The world is not a place where
You get to stay.
A fleeting glimpse is what the poets say.
But not today.
My dearest home.
A planet so bright.
But we pollute the night
With our words,
Our efforts,
Our actions.
We lack passion
In a world full of true bliss.
Ignorance they say.
The cause of our hopes
And praise.
But we must not pray for
Today nor tomorrow,
But every single day.
We want our world to stay.
But we change it as fast as clothing.
Husking corn in the fields
Has never felt so real,
Until you and I are hanging by a
Neat little spool,
Weaving our world,
Full of worries and hurries.
When the world churns,
We spit out the butter,
But keep popping the corn,
Till the burning consumes us.
We consume ourselves
With consumerism
And the lies we find truthful
Are the ones we seek to
Eradicate.
Our forefathers were but pawns
In the struggle of man,
But our greatest drought
Is the one of finding kings
And queens.
Our leaders
Lead themselves
To the gold and fortune
While placing our people in the
Hands of their friend.
Her name?
Misfortune.