Be careful little lady for the world is ill It beguiles you deeply to its will And then you wake up everyday with no thrill
Love they judge as taboo The hopeful who cares they misconstrue As an idiot with a loose *****
The truth is but a faraway fancy With people living for themselves only Lies here and there, truth being heard deafly
Peace is a dying cliche Violence, aggression all they pray The dignity of many turning into decay
So you see my dear,sweet innocence Open your eyes but embrace this reality with grievance One that has lost its meaning and balance But with you, a believer, a kind soul, might still give it a chance Do take action with love and not vengeance For you can still save a world stripped of conscience
This is the (sort of) sequel to my poem A Letter to Mother. This would be like the mother's reply to her child's questions. I urge everyone who gets to read this to let your little siblings or childrenΒ Β know how they can take action in issues that have shaken and continue shaking our morale as a society.