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Jul 2015
Take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

Maybe you'll find teenagers
lined up along the streets
puffing their life out
on cigarettes they stole.

Maybe you'll find pale faces
stuffed in their own world,
caring only for themselves.
Faces filled with anger
and hurt,
with no one willing
to jump out of their own world
for just one second
long enough to help.

Maybe you'll find stray trash
******* the life out of the earth.
Or maybe you'll find fumes climbing out of factories.
Or maybe gallons of oil
silently killing the life of the ocean.
Or maybe even thousands of animals
choking on the destruction
that we have left behind.

Maybe you'll find mothers
discarding the life they have created
in dumpsters,
in trash bags,
in abortions.
Maybe you'll find mothers
so desperate to get rid of their own babies
that they'll pretend
they have not just created life
but something to throw away.
They'll pretend that the human lives,
filled with potential and innocence,
they have just created
are nothing more
than the dirt inside those trash cans
they decided to leave them in.

Maybe you'll find piles of newspaper
upon newspaper
screaming out cases of ******,
of homicides,
of shootings,
of robbery.
You'll find human beings
treating other human beings
like they're just money,
like they're just a waste of space,
like they're just lives that mean nothing.
You'll find human beings
ending lives
without regret,
without remorse,
without a second thought.
You'll find human beings
treating human lives
like they're something
that can be thrown away carelessly.

So take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

But the sad thing is,
what people don't seem to know,
everything wrong with this world,
with the world we live in today,
can be fixed if people cared,
long enough
and hard enough
that they can forget about themselves for a while
and give a helping hand
that has gained dust for quite some time.
Hailey Ngo
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Hailey Ngo  United States
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