You
bombs and deaths constantly go off
millons of deaths, are just a cough
tears and blood fills land
but yet you just watch all this in the palm of your hand
families and homes are destroyed in the blink of an eye
you just laugh and say nothing, you dont help or even try
gunpowder and fire is what inncocent lives hear and see
you think its ok like a buzzing bee.
The world is falling apart
Your attacking yourself
Your not a giant like you imagine you are your nothing but selfish elf
This poem is about:
Our world