Virtue

Scared out of my mind.
I begin to lose all of my breath.
As I look to my right and left,
I see a world that is decimated.
Life. Veins pulsing.
We’re human, good at resuscitation.
However, what makes us think that this world is worth saving.
Is it the faith in our hearts,
or the fear of seeing something familiar torn apart?
My neighbors cry. The nations ask why.
Falling skies due to us not being able to realize the value of life.
We’re human, we will do whatever it takes to survive.
So when it’s all over we’re sure to be revitalized.
Because that’s how God made us.
Amazingly, strong, and wonderful. 
Everything that’s good in this world.
So when my faith takes a turn for the worse.
I remember HIS spoken word.
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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