This world we live in is broken.
Have we tried to fix it? Not a word's been spoken.
Because most people go and try
To reminisce days long gone by.
But these times won't solve the puzzle
Of the people unsaved and the resources guzzled.
You may think you can't face it,
But that's not true; this darkness can be lit.
How to help? That's up to you.
The world will hold out through
This madness as it always had
For when there's been good, there's always been bad.
The change we make isn't permanent, but that's ok
It will help, even in the tiniest way.
So don't falter, and don't fret;
All is not lost, not yet.
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Imagination
Poetryim·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written...
