I make sense of it in my head,
Killing; knives and guns,
A girl poisoned her father.
I lay on my bed,
Corruption and fraud,
Another money laundering problem.
The different stories chime in my ears,
Of the world and it's sudden hatred.
I ought to put the radio off,
But I want to know more...
Perhaps a solution will stumble forth,
Bring the pain and misery to an end.
Speeches of gender acceptance, are
Admired!
Because in which world,
Does a woman have to TELL a man,
That she's not a object?
Shouldn't he already know it?
In which world,
Does your colour,
The tone of your skin,
Or the texture of your hair,
Make you liable to being considered,
As more or less?
My mind's circling around the same
Highway of problems.
The radio's blaring in my head.
It's enough to give you nightmares,
As the radio gets louder and louder,
To realise we live in a world,
Where the radio won't ever stop blaring.
(A/n: this is just about how horrible our world has become I guess... I mean... Some things just aren't right and I just wish that I could change them, but sadly I can't, coz I'm only a human, even though the fault lies amongst our fellow humans....humans, that's the perfect title for my next poem... Or not... Lol... I'll see... What did you guys think of this one though?
Xoxo
Nikita)
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