This is not our world, this is not our homeA Poem by Gee CranstoneJust the way the world works from my perspective.I feel like I am drowning in this world full of turmoil and disease A globe which was once fit and healthy, fallen to it’s knees. This one world that used to be full of loving people, green grass and flowers, Has now turned in to a government who just don’t care, And policemen who abuse their powers. We call this world equal, and the people are supposedly free It is not that, we are not that lucky to be For we are prisoners, chained to a dark, forsaken land With no way to leave, no way to stop And no holding hands. No love is felt, and no affection is seen We are the dying generation and ghosts of who we have previously been Now we are brainwashed by this abusive government, Not free at all, everybody is filled with hatred, And judgement. Instead of talking to people, we use our mobiles for communication, As good as that may be, we concentrate not on the important things Just the one phone vibration. One text, seen by me What has happened to the world that could have been and still could be? Open your eyes, see the world for what it truly is, We are dying and in a medical and economic crisis. Step up - fight these people who are so fake and cruel Killing one another over who can and cannot rule.
© 2014 Gee CranstoneAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 22, 2014 Last Updated on September 22, 2014 Tags: world, equality, opinion, personal, perspective AuthorGee CranstoneDerby, United KingdomAboutI am an 18 year old female writer. I have been writing since I was first able to hold a pen and put it to paper and I hope to one day write a novel. more..Writing
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