Much Stress
We just can’t avoid it or control it
Fighting and shouting, so much on the back!
The temper hot our actions coldest
So much sorrow its bad, despite the fact
That one day we might break down and collapse
Anger and tears make it through fear
We’re strong individuals through that
Scared of reality, don’t want to hear
It may not be good and yes it is sad
It is really harmful to the people
On and on and so it goes, simply trash
It seems like it won’t stop like a sequel
Although it seems like a dramatic mess
We are only humans they’ll be MUCH STRESS
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world