Our World

A poem about the two sides of our world

Our world,
A hive of angry bees
Ready to sting;
Our world,
A flock of merry birds on trees
Never ceasing to sing;
Our world,
Of joyous and mirthless faces,
Warring and peaceful races
Our world,
An ancient market with modern wares,
Buy, beg or borrow, she never cares
This is our world,
You'd better leave her thus
Than make her worse

Uche Ahunanya ©6/11/2018