The Ones Who Had the Whole World

Hour by hour, Day by day, Life is like a book, Some like to say. Every second, every minuet A different page is made; Every year, every decade Another chapter is laid. Someone once said, Or thought just the same, Life is just like An extensive game. There are winners, There are losers, There are ones who don’t care, Yet everyone has supposedly, A matching pair. Not every moment, Is not worthy of glorification. Especially not some, In this great nation. Some men are like gods, Others like slaves, Some discard objects, Others crave. Yet future is upon us, And we are doing nothing. Shouldn’t we leave behind Our children something? Yet everyday we kill Everyday we steal Everyone doesn’t care What others feel In the time of this day The time of now We should start changing Yet some ask “how?” The only way is this We start right now Love, not kill Give, not steal Maybe with time Our hearts will heal If not our hearts, Then our planet may This planet never, Ever forgets Rarely does it ever, Ever forgive Only we Are the ones to blame Only we Need to claim The responsibility of such For we are the ones the world was ours do something we must before this land sours