The world is broken
No one wants to hear
A good story
They would rather
Hear the saddest one
The world is broken
When it is easier
To hate than to love
When it is easier
To hide behind a bottle
Letters, labels, dollars,
likes or a flag
The world is broken
No one is free
Our children are not the future
They’re crippled cancer
A dismantled dancer
Given no answer when asked
Will I eventually walk again
They breathe a shallow breath
Mumbling their kind of gospel
Feeling trapped
Hoping we catch on
The world is broken
A woman or a thing
Depending on who you ask
Her dignity dies , her diamonds
Ravished and ridiculed
As cheap left with nothing
But a press on smile
That crumbles in the dark
The world is broken
A man looses his pride
In poverty, body pressing
Against the pavement
Days spent slouched over
Into tomorrow
People say he’s broken
He’s a disgrace depends
On who you ask
The world is broken
We avoid clocks
We Want no reminders
Of time merciless venoms
We want no reminders that
We are all dying , not as slow
That we would like to believe
Tears flood the homes that houses us
And usually we cry a river
when there’s no one watching
The world is broken
Men and women aren’t
Even safe with their tears
Compassion is a thing of yesterday
But the Moon stays glorious
The world is broken
We mistaken fear for strength
Cowardice for courage
We’ll go to war with everyone
But ourselves,
The neighbor bleed
All over the tulips
While we worry about the garden
The world is broken
There’s a coldness in the air
And
Nobody knows of MIRRORS!
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
The world is broken
No one wants to hear
A good story
They would rather
Hear the saddest one
The world is broken
When it is easier
To hate than to love
When it is easier
To hide behind a bottle
Letters, labels, dollars,
likes or a flag
The world is broken
No one is free
Our children are not the future
They’re crippled cancer
A dismantled dancer
Given no answer when asked
Will I eventually walk again
They breathe a shallow breath
Mumbling their kind of gospel
Feeling trapped
Hoping we catch on
The world is broken
A woman or a thing
Depending on who you ask
Her dignity dies , her diamonds
Ravished and ridiculed
As cheap left with nothing
But a press on smile
That crumbles in the dark
The world is broken
A man looses his pride
In poverty, body pressing
Against the pavement
Days spent slouched over
Into tomorrow
People say he’s broken
He’s a disgrace depends
On who you ask
The world is broken
We avoid clocks
We Want no reminders
Of time merciless venoms
We want no reminders that
We are all dying , not as slow
That we would like to believe
Tears flood the homes that houses us
And usually we cry a river
when there’s no one watching
The world is broken
Men and women aren’t
Even safe with their tears
Compassion is a thing of yesterday
But the Moon stays glorious
The world is broken
We mistaken fear for strength
Cowardice for courage
We’ll go to war with everyone
But ourselves,
The neighbor bleed
All over the tulips
While we worry about the garden
The world is broken
There’s a coldness in the air
And
Nobody knows of MIRRORS!
Everywhere you look in this world people are hurting. Socially, relationally, politically, domestically, emotionally, financially, physically...etc...etc. There are times we get lost in our own pain and compassion drains from the holes left in our hearts.
