Living with this new found rage
I put this pen to paper
To release me from my monstered cage
I have the heart of an artist
This is what I feel today

The world is suffering
Children dying daily
Yet no one even blinks
The basic rights to living
Is to them but a distant dream
Money rules us
I honestly think this stinks
The rich live like kings
When others don’t have even but a sip to drink

We live like nothing’s happening
Do we not feel the killing
The worlds in turmoil
Or have we just lost all feeling
The result is chilling
The world is dancing
While others music
Bombs on their ceiling
The wrong keeps winning
Yet the world keeps spinning
Am I the only one that sees
The light in the world is slowly dimming
It’s sickening
Behind their masks they keep on grinning

Can you feel what I’m saying
or can you not feel my craving
This world is our end
Yet we just keep on giving
I dare you to open your mind
Instead of blindly blinking
The world is dying
Yet we just keep on sinking
We destroy everything
In the end who’s winning
These words I’m inking
Comes from a place where cold truth is living
It haunts me daily
Yet the rest just keeps on playing

This feeling on this page
Is driving me insane
Am I the only one
That feels the worlds screaming pain
I guess, to the rest
This feeling has become mundane
That’s a shame
Because in the end
You should be feeling the same.

Written by Faizel Farzee