Behind screens
They go behind a screen and say what they want
when they want.
there no control, because no one speaks up.
All they can take is what is being thrown at them, and
live life day by day hoping it will stop.
Too bad, when that did happen no one cared.
they would hear you but they weren't listening.
They never gave it much attention until you're gone,
but even then nothings done.
This poem is about:
Our world