Believe

People, humans, mankind

A bit of a mystery, so it seems

After a bit of growing up you think there’s nothing to redeem

On the outside looking in, it may appear that we have it all together

But after the floodgates open there’s not much room for repair

Liars, cheaters, do-gooders, achievers

None of it matters unless we’re believers

This poem is about: 
Our world

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