The World Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

What is going on in our world, when you can get to heaven by blowing yourself up.
What is going on with our world, when you can kill and get away with it because you got money.
What has happened to our world, when you can start a war because of oil.
Why can't the world be like it was when you where a child? Why can't everything be good, and why can't there be no worries?
Is it really that hard? Why can't we be equal to the rich guy? And why must the rich person always be a guy?