Is It Real
What is this world we thou live in?
What is this life we are thou livin?
One soul is dying with every verse
The values of life are now submersed
Nothing to look up to, nobody cares
As the richer get richer on their own shares
This glorious absence of ****en respect
Has lost its meaning, what’s there to expect?
People in terror others object
Others are there to exist and be checked
Hate, Greed, Abuse is all happening now
Watch as all life is cut with a plough
Is there any hope for a better tomorrow?
Or are we entrenched in our own sorrow?
Perhaps there is a crevice of light
A beacon of hope for all that is right
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