Short poem. Maybe done, maybe not

I dream of a world with no horizons, 

of clear days and sun rays that warm

the smiles of eternity, a place where 

concrete meanings have no purpose 

because we are an abstract species 

and all we need is love. I hope for a 

better future, a brighter destiny than 

the ones we've built so far, because 

my life is not the one to live in this 

universe. I am not the one I fight for.

I fight for those who have no voice, 

for everyone whose words have been 

taken away, for the unborn and the 

unseen, the unrighteous and the 

unclean because what hope do we 

have for humanity 

when all we see is 

negativity.