Original Poems

The World

Nothing makes sense.
As I stare out the window
I wonder,
What will the world
be like in 100 years?

With all the mass deforestation,
The pollution,
The buildings,
will there even
be any fresh air?

All the animals
caged in zoos,
So close to extinction,
what will be left?

People so corrupt
they will do anything
for power and money.
Crime rates and
murder will surely rise.

What about the children?
Will they be stripped
of their innocence
at such a young age,
ready and willing to
do anything
society deems "cool?"

And that's when I remember.

It's already happening.
We have set ourselves
up for failure.