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How ironic is fighting for the future when we are not even promised tomorrow?
World full of ironies Part1
  Mar 2015 Hothan Kadar Gulled
Matt
Western Forces
Are not leaving behind
A stable country
With a government able to protect
Its own people

Hospitals at max capacity
Children with skull injuries

The doctor laughs
When the interviewer asks him
If life has improved
Nothing has changed for the people!

I guess it will always be this way on earth
Fighting and killing
Evil people doing evil acts

Good people try to do what is good in the eyes of God

May God help the Afghan people
Who have suffered so much
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6K5qBGBEE_c
  Mar 2015 Hothan Kadar Gulled
Matt
I spend the day alone
I spend the month alone
I spend the year alone
Unable to do
What I would like to do

I wish I had a friend
Who is a woman

I hope there is a woman
Who would make
A small dedication poem
About how one of my poems
Made her feel

It would be fun
My love goes out
To all the kind
And compassionate women
Of Hello Poetry
Sometimes what we need is a challenge and not advice
Just write it.... wanna be a poet!
"You control our world. You’ve poisoned the air we breathe, contaminated the water we drink, and copyrighted the food we eat. We fight in your wars, die for your causes, and sacrifice our freedoms to protect you. You’ve liquidated our savings, destroyed our middle class, and used our tax dollars to bailout your unending greed. We are slaves to your corporations, zombies to your airwaves, servants to your decadence. You’ve stolen our elections, assassinated our leaders, and abolished our basic rights as human beings. You own our property, shipped away our jobs, and shredded our unions. You’ve profited off of disaster, destabilized our currencies, and raised our cost of living. You’ve monopolized our freedom, stripped away our education, and have almost extinguished our flame. We are hit… we are bleeding… but we ain’t got time to bleed. We will bring the giants to their knees and you will witness our revolution!" ~ Jesse Ventura
No one who actually takes the time to read this can deny it. But, I am willing to wager everything I own that this post recieves less likes, reposts, and comments than an average poem about, heartache, pain, loss, and hate. Who do you think is responsible for all this heartache, pain, loss and hate? If you call yourself a poet, then you should take the time to put aside your own suffering, and consider the source of the suffering of everyone. If everyone on this site wrote a poem about this insanity that we have been accepting for so long then these monsters would take notice.
They look

They whisper

"She's mad" they say

They giggle

She hears

She ignores, because she doesn't care

She loves being herself

She smiles alone

They ask her,  "why are you smiling alone?"

She looks at them

"No reason" she responds

To herself she wonders

"What's wrong with people!

Not one person

Not two

More than four

Can't I stay happy?" She asks herself

"Am I unique?" She smiles
                             This time with satisfaction

She's unique of course

Rumours reach her

She laughs it off

To their stupidity they expecting to see her frown face

But she smiles wider


They tell her be yourself,  
                Stop pretending

She looks at the mirror

To her reflection

"Whom am I if am not me?"

She laughs

They just can't see a good human

Kind,

Honest,

Trustworthy.

To their surprise she doesn't care what they say

To her they are INVISIBLE.
Everyone has the right to live
So why deny for freedom to get in?
You're an oppressor, you're heartless
You like misusing your power because you can
And how I wish you to be behind bars. Because
This is how I want the world to be.

A home for everyone to live and be happy
A voice for the voiceless
And a pen for the paper
This is how I want the world to be.

Everyone to be treated equally
Racism to be boycotted
The guilty ones to be sentenced to death or years in prison
This is how I want the world to be.

A playground for the children
Hell for the terrorists and
A smooth path for the truth
This is how I want the world to be.

Home Of ideas for the geniuses
To be awarded for their efforts
An encouragement to push them further
This is how I want the world to be.

A smile for the frowned faces
A hope for the dead dreams and
A light for the dark rich path
This is how I want the world to be.

A great leader to every nation
Who will shout "No!" To corruption
A friend and brother to every citizen for freedom to be enjoyed
This is how I want the world to be.

Misconceptions to be cleared
Truth to be told and
Minds to be opened
This is how I want the world to be.

Mothers to respected
Ladies to be valued and
Fathers to be listened to
This is how I want the world to be.

— The End —