Pick up the Shards

Famine and war envelop this country,
like a yawning black cave.
With every war and feud,
we get closer to a never ending plague.
Our insatiable hunger for power,
will make us prisoners of our own actions,
but we can still transcend from our need
for unnecessary possessions.
To rise above materialism and corruption,
Empathy must replace wrangle and strife
to pick up the shards of the wrongs we have inflicted,
Upon the cries of our once beautiful life.





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moderndayEmilyDickinson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 15, 2014 at 1:03 pm
So true!!! I want to read more of your amazing poems!!! I agree with what you're saying in your poem! Thank you, for sharing your AMAZING WORK, my friend ^_^
 
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