The world is unjust and evil,
Men don't care about the hereafter; they serve the devil.
In shadows, life treads a darker path,
Men heed not the beat of the heart.
Entrusted powers think themselves wise,
Ignoring counsel, their egos fly.
They will call the shots, they don't care who the gun points at,
They play monarchs and act like democrats.
Life is damn too frustrating for a growing lad,
Some have to provide for themselves like they don't have a dad.
There are existing dreams with no means of pursuing them,
Overwhelming disgruntlement has made some to ask the meaning of the ATM.
In ink, my frustrations find their place,
To be read in towns, in farther space.
Yearning for night to come fast,
Embracing sleep or contemplating the past.
Dreams now even in the night are a trial,
Power plays and corruption are vile.
Questions echo in my plea,
How did the world grow so bitterly?
In an era full of mystery and strife,
I wish to escape this harsh life.
The globe, a stage for a cruel scene,
Where the essence of humanity is unseen.
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The New Era
PoetryA poem explaining how unjust the globe have become and how hard things are for the less privilege.
