Because all I see is blood shattered on the floor, but I don't talk about it I just walk over it as if nothing is there.
I see people dying from the drones that are today killing innocent children and yet i am doing nothing but sitting down and writing this poem
I read stories about young childrens and even adults getting ***** and murdered right this second but I am acting as if those are fairy tales, that there not true, there make believe
I see brothers and sisters killing each other for what they call "their territory" but do we do anything to stop it?
I see us people buying the newest shoes and yet they cant even give a dime to the starving children back in Africa
we live among ourselves but not a single guilt rushes in our hearts,
we are self centered and blinded by the truth,
we live behind curtains not knowing whats right or wrong.
we are asked the same question over and over again... Are We Ignorant?
Yet today I am still confused if I AM ignorant.......?
This is my first piece not so good, but it explains how I feel about our world.