A piece of my poetry I wrote when I was young, I guess fourteen or something. I was an amateur back then. I think I still am. I was very much effected by the blood and gore situations around me. People dying everyday and all that. Wars and all that shit. I probably still am.
This world we live in is full of malice and hatred
Everyone’s living in a palace and the charm of this life has
faded
Once upon a time there was a land where peace prevailed
Soon it turned into a land where people were spayed and
innocents jailed
Before this with
freedom in their minds people walked through the streets
Now that is where a sense of terror exists and they’re
marched on by army fleets
In this reign of terror people are being traumatized and
heard crying
The benevolence is gone what's more is no one cares for
those innocents dying
Grief and misery rules those hearts which were once praised
for their bravery
Now that spirit of liberty is haunted by a fear forwardness
and slavery
The land which was once recognized by the worth of its generosity
Now that is where natives are full of disgust and lack
sagacity
That land where people were full of hope are now obsessed
with misery
Nowadays a sense of anxiety exists and those minds feel
dreary
To love, to share and to help is nowadays considered a sin
My heart bleeds as I tread though this World we live in
