Voices of the World

This poem is about the evils in the world and how we are enabling them. I hope it inspires people to stand up to injustice and to fight for the causes they believe in with all their heart�

 

Voices of the World

 

Where is the world going

With its pain and suffering

Endless hatred and distrust

Only victims shed a tear

 

Children growing up in a world of war

Not knowing love

Only feeling fear

Parents come home in a wooden box

 

People on the street

Some not knowing where they are

No food, no clothes

In the world they are alone

 

Woman and girls are bought and sold

Just an object not a life

Used for only one purpose and then are thrown away

Hundreds of them killed each and every day

 

Drugs and guns on the street

Gangs leaving their tags on parks

Broken booze bottles, used needles

Is anywhere safe

 

The monsters came from the home to the street

Learning from generations before them

How to hate, how to kill and not care

The wolf is only satisfied when blood spills

 

How many innocent lives will be destroyed

Before everything is lost

Is all we think we’ll gain

Really worth the cost

 

In a world where children have less rights than dogs

Their molesters walk free

Just a slap on the hand

And out to rape again

 

Victims and survivors barely get their 15 minutes

The purp is the one with the media attention

Crime percentages rise higher

We need an intervention

 

As time is going by

We’re quickly getting worse

Living each and every day

Like we are stuck inside a curse

 

Bombs are going off

Plains are crashing into towers

Never forgiving and forgetting

People will always want revenge

 

Fights and riots breaking out

In the schools and on the streets

Unseen battles only some can comprehend

Broken bodies and hearts nothing can ever mend

 

Dreams are considered nothing but imaginary

No one even tries to make them a reality

Giving up to fast

Before they give themselves a chance

 

It rattles people’s brains

It can make you go insane

The question why is an old one

And it’s one that can’t ever be answered

 

Something’s got to give

Is the balance between good and evil really equal

Maybe it depends on what side you see

Or maybe tides are turning

 

People keeping up their guard

Not letting anybody in

With the evil that we see

We’re questioning if good can ever win

 

Why is everything being torn apart

Houses falling in

Bridges collapsing

Too much devastation to count

 

Does anyone or anything

Really even matter

Come on people get with it

Step up to the ladder

 

Men beating on their wives

Wives murdering their kids

What ever happened

To make the world like this

 

Teens are following in their parents footsteps

Learning how to hit

Learning how to yell

They don’t go to church they’re already living in a hell

 

The news can’t depict it clear enough

They only pick the stories that they think are good enough

The rest collect dust on a shelf

Forgotten by the world

 

People need your help

Will you just look away

Go ahead, keep on telling yourself

That they can wait another day

 

Me I’m just the writer

I am just the voice

And I am here to tell you

That we all have a choice

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

If each one of us would take the time to act, and not just talk, to believe and really show to others what we believe in a way that "others" will understand and notice, then we will make a dent in this sea of "uncaring" attitude that seems to prevail in our culture today.
Yes, there are those who care, many of those who care, but voices get snuffed out by the loud cries of bureacracy, pay-offs, greed, lust for power, cowardness, and pride that brings down mankind, rather than build it up with true love and concern.
This is an excellent write. I applaud you for your compassion!!
Sheila

[Nautili]

This is excellent, Voice. A really mature piece from a young person - your writing is truly evolving, better and better. kudos to you!

[Voice11]

Wow. this story tells the truth, the RAW truth. and the last verse gives everyone who reads this a message that they have a choice even when some don't know that they do.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your winning poem! Very good!

[Jimmy Greenie]

Absolutely. If we all actually did something, maybe something would actually change...

[Gregory Hill]

Nice poem but it could bne even betetr if you made it Rhyme, I see lots of possibilities, Good job.

[Fallen Angel]

Beautiful, I'm doing my best to change the world, but I'm just one person, I can't do this all by myself, so I'm hoping you guys will help, if we all pitch in, we can do something.

[Anna]

I could tell you that this is Brilliance but you probably already know that! :)

[C. Harter Amos]

I could relate to a little too much of this; it hit home. Well written. It deserves recognition and kudos for getting a strong message where people can read it.

[Jinx's Heart]

Very well done. This needs to be in the Sunday paper so maybe a minor fraction of the human race will see these words. Everything in this poem is all too plain and true. Excellent voice for those who don't have one. :)

[Chaos]

Beautiful.Sometimes all you really need is a voice.