the reality of our days

days are gone

nights are long

children cry

mothers sigh

fathers don’t speak

away they sneak

sun shines bright

then it is night

people walk fast

to escape their past

lost souls all around

make their desperate sounds

the birds fly away

flowers no longer sway

the oceans comforting sound departs

the proud forests have lost their heart

all around there is destruction

teachers teach without instructions

restaurants close and refuse to serve

there is no more beauty to observe

the world is hopeless and obscure

what do we do, who has the cure?