Mia Valenti

(December 05 1969 / Montreal)

Black Day


In this essence they call life
There is nothing I can see
There is a world I am standing in
A world without belief

The days grew longer
Years are passing
I am getting older
That feeling in me
Still remains Unknown

The world is a ball
Monitored by computers
We have all become puppets
And lost control over reality

There is no trust
No belief
No respect
No love
No commitments

Where do we stand
How do we stand
If this world is so great
Why do we as humans
Allow other humans to fall

Who do we trust
How can we trust
Where does one begin
This is not the world
I want to live in.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Edited: Friday, September 25, 2009

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  • Billy Joe Collins (11/26/2008 2:23:00 PM)

    it's sad to think of a world where nobody care but it's true this world is slowly going that wa good poem (Report) Reply

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