Wild World Poem by pouya rezanejad

It has become a hobby in this world
to perish pour people and make sense of terror
you are not acquitted from this affair
to find it out you can look at a mirror

Most people are crying but a few are laughing
no one listens to innocent's screams
it'll devastate every where
like a strong flood's streams

You can find this story, in future's history
that a child was died while his plays
we just want peace and love forever
you can hear it from mother's prays