This is World We Live In
I wrote a poem about what our world became.
This can go on for many miles
People laughing
Children clapping
Doesn't this sound like a wonderful world?
But this world isn't ours as foretold
Closed figures and garbage piles
Black and white styles
People dying
Children crying
This is the world we live in
This world is made of only one sin
The sin started of our own kin.
Forgive or forget?
Better it will never get
Interrupts us is the crow's call
We have started it all.
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