I have family and I have friends,

I'm young but I know life ends.


Death doesn't pick according to age; 

Life's actors from the stage.


Doesn't care about different races,

Blind to the look of dying faces.


From my family it's been fast and slow.

Taken a lot of people I don't know.


Grown men alone and by the score,

Children by the ones who should adore.


Endlessly we hurt each other,

Stranger to stranger, brother to brother.


Swearing through God that we're in the right.

Yet he aches for us to see the light.


How can we think this is what He meant to be?

With all His love, He hurts to see.


When will we ever learn?

Peace of heart forever yearn?


Heed the warning. Hear the call.

Hope for the future. Love for all.



  • Author: SLR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2018 20:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when I was in my early teens but it's always fit how I feel about the world. Mankind as a whole is selfish, greedy, and uncaring about the things, people and places that don't/doesn't affect themselves. Every generation says that the current one is worse than when they were growing up. The world is getting worse and worse. Crime, disasters, pollution, people in general, everything. It's beyond sad.It's a catastrophe.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Michael Edwards

    As populations increase and the planet becomes ever more accessible sadly it will continue to get worse - this is a super write SLR

    • SLR

      Thank you so much. You understand my concern perfectly. Thank you for your kind comment.

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