Our World Is Broken Poem by Rachel Brewer

Our world is broken.
People die every day,
Naturally some go, others are taken,
Taken before their time.
Our world is broken.
People killing people, messed up.
Weapons we made, killing ourselves.
Children crying, parents dead.
Or worse.
Parents burying their children, unnatural.
Our world is broken.
Every rose has to die.
Just as the sun has to rise,
People, however, don’t have to die,
Not like this.
Why can we choose the fate of people?
We shouldn’t be able to play God.
In fact, there is no God as far as I’m concerned.
Letting the babies of the Earth die,
Not giving people the right to a full, fair life.
Our world is broken.
So, if there is no God, who decides peoples fates?
My money is on Satan.
The evil inside all of us.
We have the power to change this evil, but we don’t.
Proving the point,
That our world is broken.