Dreams

My dreams of a better tomorrow, push me to live.

People in pain, we see them everyday. 

We stand there in wonder of what has happened 

Why has this generation seen the same 

As those from our past. 

Why do we continuously toss these dreams 

Of ending hunger and pain, wars and hate, homelessness and separation

Aside like they never really mattered, 

Just to pursue our wants of popularity, fame, and riches.  

This generation is in such a shamble, 

Moving around blinded from such despair. 

When will we see a world of people 

That will take on the troubles of this world 

And carry these hopes up that forgotten mountain 

In the sake of bringing about world peace?

Surely mankind will pursue such a dream

And consume such a world 

That has but fallen from being safe, 

Surrounded by these hateful things.