The tattered focused lens
So bad at point of view
The rain falls off the glass
And into the street
The camera's lens is false
A figment of a humans viewpoint
It is a humans opinion
The minds foreign thoughts
It plans on basing
Everything it see's
By looks alone
It goes no deeper than the surface
A photo of a smiling family
But maybe on the inside of things
Murderers and theives
Who live in paranoia of getting caught
A picture of a girl
Playing with some other girls
Maybe that girl lost her mother to cancer
And her dad is never home because he always working
How many times have we all
Took a glimpse of someone
And thought we knew who they were?
What they were like? What kind of family they grew up with?
It's sad to say we do
Judging books by their cover
Or judging people by their color
Without thinking much about it
A captured image
Portrayed in black and white
Discrimination, colors, races
Who have we become?
Or people just like us
And we don't take the time to listen
Are our problems more important
Than those that were of a little girl who killed herself because other people made fun of who she was?
And most of us would say "I am a good person"
Just look at yourselfs!
A bunch of mindless talkers
Who don't know they've helped **** innocent people
This problem is not beyond the realm of possibility of fixing
unlike those of fixing the ozone layer or helping rebuild the polar ice caps,
This is fixable, do-able,
So lets fix it...
We're all one people in the same world if you think about it that long,
This is what the world POV should be...
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
The tattered focused lens
So bad at point of view
The rain falls off the glass
And into the street
The camera's lens is false
A figment of a humans viewpoint
It is a humans opinion
The minds foreign thoughts
It plans on basing
Everything it see's
By looks alone
It goes no deeper than the surface
A photo of a smiling family
But maybe on the inside of things
Murderers and theives
Who live in paranoia of getting caught
A picture of a girl
Playing with some other girls
Maybe that girl lost her mother to cancer
And her dad is never home because he always working
How many times have we all
Took a glimpse of someone
And thought we knew who they were?
What they were like? What kind of family they grew up with?
It's sad to say we do
Judging books by their cover
Or judging people by their color
Without thinking much about it
A captured image
Portrayed in black and white
Discrimination, colors, races
Who have we become?
Or people just like us
And we don't take the time to listen
Are our problems more important
Than those that were of a little girl who killed herself because other people made fun of who she was?
And most of us would say "I am a good person"
Just look at yourselfs!
A bunch of mindless talkers
Who don't know they've helped **** innocent people
This problem is not beyond the realm of possibility of fixing
unlike those of fixing the ozone layer or helping rebuild the polar ice caps,
This is fixable, do-able,
So lets fix it...
We're all one people in the same world if you think about it that long,
This is what the world POV should be...
Lets stop prejudice, discrimination, and bullying