The World. Poem by Bailey Burris

Selfishness, deception, how about pride.
These are things that rarely hide
Why is it so big, to just be kind
Is this a new way, a new fad, am I blind?

I don’t understand why everyone’s so cruel
Which leads up to a child taking a gun to school
Why can’t they see it? It all leads to pain.
For them, for others, there’s nothing to gain.

Why can’t everyone just show the love?
Be just like the God, who made us above.
Why is deception always leaking.
New lies, new gossip. They just keep retreating.

All they want is more, give give, buy buy
Can’t they see that money doesn’t fall from the sky.
Why can’t they see everything, the way that I do.
Theres kids in Africa who can’t even afford one shoe.

But they don’t complain, they are not greedy.
Is it wrong for me to wish that on everybody.
How great would this world be without a complaint?
Without a temperous child who only wants bait.

Cheating, lying, one night stands.
I can’t be in this world, I want a second chance.
I want to go back, to when everyone was fare
When the children were pure, and divorce was rare

I want to go back to when kids had a father
And pregnant teenagers were unheard of, and a bother
To when kids married young, and stayed together
Back when sex was only a marriage treasure.

I live in this world, only to make It better.
I will fight for the love, come, stand together
Lets make a change, lets rearrange
Lets show them all was better in the day

The day when our youth was truthful and a virgin.
Back when murder led to people yelling “burn him”
How has this happened? Now kids are such a burden.
Drugs are taking over, they all believe nothing can hurt ‘em.

Is this the root of all of our troubles?
Why can’t they just stick to blowing bubbles?
Heroine, weed, cocaine, and acid
No wonder they’ve gotten so nasty and rancid

Cursing, disrespect, stealing: theft.
These things are far to common,
Back then, they would have lost their neck

But we all sit by, laughing, so funny
But who is supporting this kids drug money
Its your fault, you, the old, not the new
You’ve brought it in this world, now get it out, make it shew

If you as so pissy about kids being good
And you want them to end up they way that they should
Then rain them in, lock them up, don’t let them out
If they see the world you’ve created, they’re bound to find out

Standards keep lowering, like a thermostat at night
Soon to be ice cold, no one putting up a fight
Who’s left to stand up for the good, the righteous
Is it just me? Am I all alone? Only one like this?

Is there any chance for me still to believe
That there is still hope, or we just need a key
To open up the door of possibility.
Of new things to get high off, like prosperity?

A range of new cures for all sorts of disease?
Why cant we get a thrill from creating these things?
I guess what im saying is there has to be another way.
Just get doped up off of love, not things made from money

One day I prove to all the nothing but selfish teens.
That these are not the answers, and kindness is the key.
The door will unlock and it will be better.
And all will be loved, and all will live together.