Has the world become silent,
Lightning, no thunder.
Boiling, yet no whistle.
Has it gone cold, unfeeling,
Tasteless and rude.
The world, has it become blind,
Not seeing the good,
Pointing out flaws,
Greed, while others are in poverty.
It must have become deaf,
No one to lend an ear.
Or is it broken,
Heart, soul, mind.
Crying in secret,
approaching insanity.
The world has lost God,
All seek to erase him.
Blaming him for all bad,
Taking credit for the good.
The world does not see,
even with the many eyes out there.
It does not hear, nor feel,
Does not taste the sweetness,
Speak for others.
The world, is no more,
No more that place.
Not anymore.
One poem I wrote, while exasperated by humanity. And myself.