You
Deaths and explosions are all we see.
You think of it as nothing but a buzzing bee.
Blood and tears are filling the land.
You see all this in the palm of your hand.
All of this is happening around you and you think your supierior, and high.
Millions of people are screaming and dying, you dont even help or try.
Houses are burning families are destroyed, forever gone.
You think everything will be ok at dawn.
Your world is crumbling around you,your fine.
You dont realize it yet but your elimenating yourself.
But its ok se be calm and dine.
This poem is about:
Our world