by: Margaret Sauder People speak of right, of wrong but it’s all a silly song it doesn’t mean anything today right is good and wrong is okay. Life is no longer fair and no one seems to care. Things aren’t what they seem we are just living in a dream. Injustice we walk right by, ignoring the pleading cry. Tragedy only counts when it strikes us and then we cry: “Life’s unjust!” How did we get so cruel that life’s no longer a precious jewel? At whims of their will people go out and kill, innocent blood do they spill for their vile lust to fill. Our lives are like a teardrop whose miserableness will stop with the harsh, cold breath of a bitter, violent death. It comes out in a flood, a river of dark red blood it sticks to many places on our hands and faces. I feel a violence people call love as tears rain from above. There is violence in everything, happy birds will not sing for rage silences all beauty and we feel violence is duty. Our world is a cruel and cold place where tears are ever present on my face. In the future this can’t continue to be the case or we will end up wiping out the human race.
Going around in circles running in place reaching, streching, barely moving time feels like slowing. Always far, never close ideas unable to grasp fingers curl around air mind is high, nothing there. Shrouded eyes seeking, searching, lost ringing ears fulfilling fears. All is in distortion...
The world is a ball of mud we swim in the lake of blood. And all around dead bodies strew the ground. Paradise is a Wasteland trees turned to sand. There are no more birds nor comforting words. The ill-willed caused the earth to be killed. All their violence caused this loud silence for nothing is ever said now that the earth is dead... I walk through these lands with dust on my hands. Life fell apart at the seems shattered are my childish dreams. Our only emotions are sadness and for some, madness. Yet we do what we must to survive some children of earth are still alive. We water plants with tears and work around our fears. No longer do we yearn for sciences to learn for all it’s fuss was the end of us. We will all confess earth died for progress. it was not at all worth it for it dumped us in this pit where we work and strive yet have a hard time staying alive. Mothers all start to cry for all their babies die. Our race wont last long this is our dying song. Remember as you grow it matters not what you know protect our home earth the planet of your birth.