Be careful little lady for the world is ill
It beguiles you deeply to its will
And then you wake up everyday with no thrill
Love they judge as taboo
The hopeful who cares they misconstrue
As an idiot with a loose *****
The truth is but a faraway fancy
With people living for themselves only
Lies here and there, truth being heard deafly
Peace is a dying cliche
Violence, aggression all they pray
The dignity of many turning into decay
So you see my dear,sweet innocence
Open your eyes but embrace this reality with grievance
One that has lost its meaning and balance
But with you, a believer, a kind soul, might still give it a chance
Do take action with love and not vengeance
For you can still save a world stripped of conscience
This is the (sort of) sequel to my poem A Letter to Mother. This would be like the mother's reply to her child's questions. I urge everyone who gets to read this to let your little siblings or children know how they can take action in issues that have shaken and continue shaking our morale as a society.