While Walking Down the Street
While walking down the street,
What am I to see?
Pollution, homelessness, racism, and me.
Where we can't enforce our first amendment right.
What we need to do is fight for what is right.
How do we do that? You moped.
In a world lacking hope.
We actually have to go out and create our hope.
By fighting the ones when asked a question, they say nope.
Sometimes I Weep
Sometimes I weep.
Will our world be the one who's reaped?
Innocent animals dying,
Because we neglect our world as it is crying,
As mother has provided prosperity for us,
We have only cared about ourselves thus,
Oceans will rise,
Ice caps will melt,
And we will suffer remembering our nature days we felt,
Is this the end? Or the beginning?
Tis a revolution affect from our sinning.
YOU ARE READING
While Walking Down the Street.
PoetryMy poetry focuses on real life situations. Big and small. To help unite people or to help people with depression. Thank you for your support. I recommend to read Brandon T Robb's stories. (We are cousins, I guess writing runs in our family) Enjoy!
