Our World

We're overworked, underpaid and understaffed.

Go too hard, move too fast.

Fall apart, crashing down.

Crushing lives, dreams and plans.

Mental health breakdowns and climbing stress.

Recession coming and climbing debts.

Need help to survive.

Make it? We'll try.

And hope it's not too late to enjoy life.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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