our world

in a world so blind

i am the only one who can see

the damage that has been done, 

the pain that has caused so many to bleed.


a world built from a dream

forced into a reality

where not everything is happy

not everyone is free


our world is more fucked up then we like to believe.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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