If only I could live in a dreams.
Rivers and streams would have neverending crystal clean water.
The sky above our heads would never dare to turn a shade of grey.
Everyone would be free of pain.
Animals from all around our Earth would be able to speak.
No soul would fear a thing.
Common sense and empathy all living thing would posses.
Mother Earth would be gratified and blessed for all that she has done.
Kindness and miracles would be widely known.
No small innocent child shall ever cry or feel alone.
Starvation and poverty would no longer exist.
Warriors would leave for battle and always come back safe.
This wish of a world where everything is great.
Feels like trying to eat food from an empty plate.
The world is fucked up.
This is something each and everyone of us know.
The world is filled with rapists.
We all know about murderers.
Oh let's not forget child molestors.
Or pyschos, or freaks.
Absolutely none of these people would we ever care to meet.
*Okay I'm not finished yet with this poem, its been a very long progress I will most likely finish by the end of March so bear with me. Thanks for reading, if you like it please press the like button it takes less than 3 seconds I timed it.
Rivers and streams would have neverending crystal clean water.
The sky above our heads would never dare to turn a shade of grey.
Everyone would be free of pain.
Animals from all around our Earth would be able to speak.
No soul would fear a thing.
Common sense and empathy all living thing would posses.
Mother Earth would be gratified and blessed for all that she has done.
Kindness and miracles would be widely known.
No small innocent child shall ever cry or feel alone.
Starvation and poverty would no longer exist.
Warriors would leave for battle and always come back safe.
This wish of a world where everything is great.
Feels like trying to eat food from an empty plate.
The world is fucked up.
This is something each and everyone of us know.
The world is filled with rapists.
We all know about murderers.
Oh let's not forget child molestors.
Or pyschos, or freaks.
Absolutely none of these people would we ever care to meet.
*Okay I'm not finished yet with this poem, its been a very long progress I will most likely finish by the end of March so bear with me. Thanks for reading, if you like it please press the like button it takes less than 3 seconds I timed it.
