It's 2022, I thought the 2020s was going to be amazing decade but all it has done has hurt, pain, death and misery.
Coronavirus was the start of the decade.
I'm lucky I haven't lost anyone to this nasty virus.
But I've had my friends, got really ill due to this pandemic.
It bought us together for a while, then it tore us apart.
Now Russia invading Ukraine.
I hate war, it doesn't solve anything. Just makes more innocent lives loss.
I know you have to fight for your country, but why do people have fight in the first place?
Will they bomb us next?
What's on next year's agenda?
The end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem