Should we take flight or should we fight?
An army of ignorance growing bigger everyday,
but in the end all of us will pay.
The many sufferings of humanity
won’t end until we stop our vanity.
Fear is causing our downfall;
soon there will be nothing to save at all.
What we are doing is suicide.
How can we consume all this pesticide?
The world is shifting from the heat,
yet you still sit there in your seat?
The dream I have of saving the earth,
if no one acts what is it worth?
Can I wake up to a world of love?
There are no answers coming from above.
How can you love yourself the way you do,
when you don’t love what created you?
From the moment of your birth,
til your last breath on this earth.
It is the air you breathe, the food you eat,
the ground upon which you place your feet.
When will I wake to find my dream realized,
will I find justice for all that has died?
I question reality everything seems fake,
but the real question is... when will you wake?
By: Jenni Anderson(my real name)
(FYI:this poem is protected by a creative commons license it is my own authentic work, so please no stealing)
Conflicted
A place where every one belongs and every one can have different, conflicting opinions.
