Creative Writer Meets The World

Hearts ache here in the world, Tears are flowing with the loss, Of those young and old, Those who have lost their lives, Due to those that take away, People who mean so much too many, Hearts are beaten here in the world, Torn apart with the tragic moments, That has plagued our world, Peace seems like a fantasy, And healing seems like a dream, Innocent lives have been taken from us, From these painful things happening in the world, And where are we going to turn? What are we going to do? How can we make a difference? To change the state of the world? Hearts are broken here in the world, From the loss of so many lives, From the decisions of those, That decided to hurt innocent lives, We need to listen to the world, We need to listen to those hurting, We need to turn back now, Turn back to the Lord, The one that can bring peace to this world, We need to find a change, Innocent lives need to stop being lost, From those who use si...

They say that every day is a gift, That every day is a birth of something wonderful, Of promises and memories, Dreams and beauty, Heart and soul, But how do they know? Do they face the hardships of a tough life? No one has an easy life with the exception of millionaires, But even they are living on a fake reality of truth, Hope is so easy to believe in, If you are not poorer than the most poor, And not struggling to just get by in this life, Wondering what the next day might bring, Wondering if I will be able to feed myself, Much less have clean water to live on, Or basic health care, Those are the days that it feels life isn’t a gift, When every waking moment is filled with strife, And every moment you don’t know how much longer, That you can go on, And your strength is lost, And your hope is gone, They say that every day is a gift, But have they walked in those shoes, Of those that are part of the lowest class, Of all those that ...

The freedoms that have been fought for so long, That many soldiers have risked their life for, The ones that make us the country that we are, The ones that we grow up on, The ones that we sometimes take for granted, These freedoms are dying today, Dying just as people fall asleep out there, Letting things be taken from them, As if it does not matter, Those freedoms and things of life, That was part of our country, Everything from the Pledge of Allegiance, To the prayers in our schools, To being able to express faith openly, They are crumbling down, As we cast our eyes outside of these issues, Pretending that they do not exist, But soon enough it will happen, We will start crying over the milk spilled, Crying about those freedoms that we had, The ones that have been taken for granted, As the country continues into the darkness, The cries will start growing louder and louder, But will it be too late? This country was built on principle...