The World

What an awful world.

I just don't know

what they have against

the world, I sit alone

and I try to make sense.

Of hate, of pain

happening again;

I don't know what I should do.

Too many are dying

and the world wants to run

away from the bullets

and away from the bombs.

Starting to explode

their guns too, reload;

they will show no mercy to you.

Begging for our help

as we just sit back and watch

them crying from fear

as fast bullets, they dodge.

Roaring fires ablaze

destruction in each gaze;

their pain? Oh if we only knew. 

They lay in their streets

which they once called home

and the world watches

but they've never felt so alone.

Men, women and children

who make their quick run;

for help from them, me and you.

They start to run away

after their best to fight back

but giving their lives

will not stop the next attack.

By water or by air

they do not care;

the survivors? There's only a few. 

The world will mourn

saying, "well what could I do?"

as families bury their own

who were always counting on you.

Their lives destroyed

while you try to avoid;

the blame that can only be put on you.