It must be nice to have faith,
In one thing or another,
I wished I could be involved,
Without all of the smother.
I've tried talking to the sky,
And to the ground to,
Who knows where those,
Words in the wind blew.
Did they reach someone,
Who could choose to help,
If so, why did no one,
Come when I had to yelp.
There's something out there,
Much bigger than I,
We can't be the "best"
That I can't deny.
But who could have power,
And let children suffer,
Some messed up way,
To make us "tougher".
The billionaires could play god,
And save the whole planet,
Someone somewhere needs,
To help where we inhabit.
Katane 🌱
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Surviving - Month 2
PoetryContinuing my plan to write my problems away, with a silly little poem once a day. Covering varied topics depending on what's at the front of my brain.
