Its hard....

Mj_santos


Its hard out here…

Its hard to see the pain through a mothers eyes, mourning for her son.

Kids taking kids lives, without a care in the world.

What happened to them days when the worst thing you could fear was a knife.

Now im forever wondering if a motherfucker want to throw acid in my eyes.

The days when you see another struggling, is slowly fading away. The kids don’t care about nothing , just trying to see how many insta Likes they can get on social media.

You have two separate groups trying to get money, flexing on everyone that has nothing. I mean like, they don’t work for nothing, just want to fast track a way of life.

When I was younger, all I cared about was my mother and how I can give her a easier life. These kids don’t care about nothing not even the pain they see in their own mothers eyes..

But do they even see this… Probably not, blinded by their own selfish way of life.

We try so hard to be people who we are not. Cosmetically, imitation, glamourized and belittling.

What happened to the days when we gave a helping hand. These days you see someone on the floor suffering, you bring out your phone and press record.

Sad to think about how life has truly transformed. I always been one to give back, but there is no one to give too anymore. Everyone wants to take, they don’t care about the poor.

The worlds gone mad, invading other peoples land, killing innocent civilians, waging war around the world.

When will it stop. You blame the government…. I blame Mankind.

We are the people, we define who we become. Whatever hardships we face, it takes the bigger man to persevere and teach better.

I hope for the next generation we overcome this life of misery and end all this killing around the world.

 

 

  • Author: Mj_santos (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2018 04:41
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 21
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Comments1

  • SLR

    This is so true. Great message. Lots of feeling.



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