Humanity Poem by Isaac Trenholm

Eradicate the toxic weeds, and let the flowers bloom.
Disseminate the cloudy sky's, and let the sun shine through.
But what if nature's obstinate and God won't bend for man?
What if every worldly woe, inflicts itself again?

A human life, is drudgery; it's hard, it's bleak, it's tough.
You work until, the brink of death, and then you get the shove.
When eyes are weak and strength is gone, and memory is slowed;
that's the day, the world proclaims, you've paid the dues you've owed.

Sure, some of us, were blessed enough, to rise above the rest.
To live a life, of opulence, and scoff at every jest.
They built a world, encircled in, the envy of the poor,
and locked it up, and told us all, to wait outside the door.

So how are we, supposed to be, content and carry on?
When everything, around us is, so monumentally wrong.
How are we, supposedly, a lucky wealthy race,
when one percent, took all there is, and left us to our fates?