In a world so wrought with
Pain,
Hatred,
Death,
Sacrifice,
Love,
Exaltation;

In a world so focused on
Media,
Societal preferences,
Humanity’s death,
War,
Money,
Religious extremists;

In a world so filled with
Beauty,
Creativity,
Colors,
Marvels,
Miracles,
Nature;

In a world created just so
How can we not take time to appreciate
All that we can?
Why do we sit in a closed room
Counting down the time
Until we can go to another closed room?

In a world we take over
We barely take the time
To be impressed by what we see.
Don’t you see what we were given?
Mountains, oceans, forests!
They call to us, but we never go.

In a world that is as it is
It is hard to find one’s self.
To find a way to become who you are meant to.
How can we imagine
Trying to comprehend
Who we are and the world we live on?

In a world that is our own
We do not love it as we should.
We focus on what’s not important
Rather than what truly is.
We watch as thousands **** thousands
And a few who save the environment.

In a world such as this
Can we try to find what is important?
Can we figure out which should have our focus?
People killing people
Just to show people that killing people is wrong?
Or people taking care of others
Just because they feel that they should?