First poem
Calm, quite, and relaxed.
Ever thing is fine and peaceful.
Nothing has ever gone wrong,
And nothing shall ever go wrong.
This is a lie.
Look around you and see the death and decay.
People are crying out in pain; wanting a helping hand to reach out to them.
Others look at them laugh and walk away like nothing happened.
How the world should have been is not the way it is.
Man should be helping man and living in peace yet they are not.
Will this ever stop?
Can man live in peace and harmony or will this war live on forever?
Change must take place if this is to ever end.
And you can make that change happen.
This is the first time I have ever put a poem up on a blog so I was a little nervous putting this up. I know the title is dumb but I didn't know what to call it, but I still hope you liked it :)
