Borrowed Space

A poem about the world?

This isn’t our world
This isn’t our place
Borrowed time
And borrowed space

The day we are born
Is the day we die
There is nothing left
We didn’t try

We’ve used our resources
Pushed help away
We’ve divided our people
Into who is and who isn’t gay

What once was green
Now dirty brown
People once filled faces with smiles
Looks at us now, we’ve all shutdown

Our children are robbed
Of a life carefree
Battling a war
We forced them to see

We can’t get along
This human race
I don’t understand why
Why we can’t all belong to a place

I dream of a world
Different from now
But my words are empty
As I watch us all row

I wish to see love
And my world at peace
A happy place for all to enjoy
For all fighting to cease