Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
Now the world is changing
And lives, they fall apart
But we can not fix this
If we don't know where to start

We weave these words of kindness
Pretend to understand
We claim to show compassion
But lend no helping hand

I'm on my way to save the world
A world I can see, a world I can touch
I'm not dying for ideals, no
I'm dying for what I love

We walk with eyes half open
Minds closed, refuse to see
Hope is hard to come by
In a world of bitter dreams

We sit on thrones of ashes
With knives behind our backs
We offer out false friendship
It's brotherhood we lack

I'm on my way to save the world
I refuse to change my mind
This is literally from high school. I just found it again embedded in an old message online.
Daniel Mashburn
Written by
Daniel Mashburn  28/M/Cumming, GA
(28/M/Cumming, GA)   
3.1k
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems