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This World Around Me

Throughout life I've been used and abused, like the others when I look around. Wondering how we've become so confused, why our screams make not a sound. How the world keeps turning each day, as death and war go on. Thinking how can we go on this way, tragedy breaking at each dawn. Our country crashing down, violence ruling society today. The proof seen all around, as we learn to live life this way. Loved ones being sent away, as war calls their name. Many never see another day, life without them not the same. Kids carrying guns and getting high, and dropping out of school. I just can't understand why, they think it's all so cool. Society divided among the rich and poor, and the color of our skin. Why does it matter anymore, why can't we all just win? Constantly worrying on the judgement of our peers, how we look in everyones eyes. Labeled with indifference our greatest fear, covering imperfection with lies. Those subjected to cruelty of tease, picked on and isolated each day. They pull the trigger with such ease, a suicide note with nothing to say. Our government hiding what they don't want us to know, reducing our freedom right in front of our eyes. Their foolish mistakes begining to show, our country being ruled by lies. Jealousy and greed the base of our lives, anger fueling the chaos furthermore. Our sorrow crying in the blood on our knives, destroying society to the core. Horrific events seen on the news each day, rape and murder taking place throughout the night. Ignoring destruction,not knowing how to live any other way, peace and simplicity so far out of sight. I see destruction all around, our world running out of good. The falling of society not making a sound, and that which does not understood. Shunning God from our lives, bringing Him in only for blame. Solving problems with guns and knives, doing what we can to hide our shame. This poem is not done yet, i just want opinions on how it is so far. Thanks.

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