Why are malignant things so incessant,
How has this disrespect become so trite,
Why are the clouds of hate so tumescent,
How can humanity forget what's right?
We're so inundated by tragedy,
Racism, hatred, our world is depressed,
Society needs a new strategy,
Our sordid methods need reassessed,
We are suffering from world-wide sadness,
And yet maybe there is hope for us all,
Maybe we can stop all of this madness,
Maybe we can prevent our own downfall,
For if we open our hearts and care,
We'll discover the humanity there.
YOU ARE READING
Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
