I’m not saying I’m depressed but often have my doubts.
I’m not saying I hate life but rich are causing droughts.
Some times I feel hopeless, even when I’m in the clouds.
Evil gets most lavish when leaven in the crowds.
I’m saddened by the hearts that are grieving too much, that feel too hard and have silenced to hush.
The world is ugly but has its beauty besides the fact so many live crudely.
Having all and being best some believe they  are above the rest.
What I’ve seen is slaves that live to cater that help the rich and never earn greater.
I want a life of equal rights not a world of constant fights
My spirit is light and sweet and pure I wish the world a treat a cure.
No more evil we all want peace
If you find a door of hope please share the keys