Aware Poem by Kourtney Pratte

We are the land of the suffering and home of the weak.

We corrupt the lives of millions just to gain some mula.

We preach unification yet contradict the actual treaty.

We are on the verge of war, but does killing innocent lives mean anything.

We try to help those that are already being treated,

But what about the chronic diseases or helpless families and people being beaten.

'Till death do us part but we've already parted.

We are the land in which helps those who've already been helped.

We are the people who watch those struggle when they have luxury.

We are the government that corrupts the world.

We are the people.

You are the people.

You're aware.

We are all aware.

Yet we were all left darkness and despair.