What if

A Poem by Liam Hardy

I tasked myself to write a poem with as many rhyming words as possible. This was the end result.

When up is up and down is down
Squares are straight, circles round
The lost are those who are not found
And silence is the lack of sound

With so many rules to derive and follow
The world's too complex to be hollow
But to whom does the time we borrow
Belong to, to start tomorrow?
Could it be the mighty Apollo
That created man, next to the swallow
Who gave us pain, love and sorrow
And land to plough and let lie harrow?

Many turn to Gods or thereof

And believe we were sent to below from above
But how can they truly believe in love
When all we do is kick and shove?

Millions starve face first in sand
They beg for us to share our land
To offer them a helping hand
Support they needed to be planned
Meanwhile our richest and most grand
Simply sit, grow and expand
They hide behind their corrupted brands
And ignore the dying people's demands

Governments feed the wars
That cripple nations, leave them torn
Do not care when people mourn
The children of fathers that won't be born

Seemingly friendly family names
Like Coca Cola, even betray
Because if a farm is in the way
They'll treat it like a piece of clay

When the evil saw their prey

They came and drained the water away
Thousands of farmers left in dismay
So we can have our coke today

But what if life is just a test
To see who turns out to be best
To rise above those who detest

Or maybe it's just all a mess