The world is broken. Not just cracked, Like a chip out of a shot glass, Like a scratch on a bathroom mirror- It's shattered- tearing itself apart, Succumbing to chaos and greed Like they were the only things we had to choose between. The violence and anger that's erupting- It's in schools On the streets In our churches In our homes- Consuming and replacing The hope we might have had for peace And a future; For anything more than we ever wished we could be. Who stole our dreams, And made us think this is what we're destined to be? Who forced these lies down our throats Until we gave up and allowed our hearts to be stolen, Our eyes to be blinded? Or did we sell our souls as commodity, Bargaining away what made us yearn to live; Piecing out parcels of ourselves and our World For just one more minute of time That we think we are owed? Not to seem crazy, But what if the answer lay in the depths of our souls, Where we never look, For fear that weve been wrong all along? What if the answer was compassion, and solidarity- An irrational belief that the world can be healed, Instead of brought to its knees? And what if our anger could be used to progress, By living for happiness, By practicing kindness and love? I know, I know- It sounds- Outdated- Old news- Last year's hippie tripe; But what if your refusal Is because you already dont care? What if not trying is what broke things in the first place, And your apathy is the poison you feed yourself daily? The world is sad, and broken; But then... maybe we are too.