Paula Glynn

Infected - Poem by Paula Glynn

Disease courses across the world,
This globe infected,
Drugs, guns and violence,
Written in the book of fate,
Written without love,
But with hate.

What an awful fate,
Why do I dream this?
Why do I see pain and blood?
Why is there so much hatred?
The devil does much work here,
For pain walks through the door.

A woman is battered and bruised,
Her husband laughing,
But pain spreads like a disease,
Pain tortures the innocent,
Where is the love?
Why are we all infected?

It is a dirty planet,
It is a dead-end world,
And I search for the exit sign,
But there is none,
Death just an extension of pain,
We are all mad,
We are all insane.

We think we are better than the other,
We think it is truth we discover,
But we are no better than animals,
We curse ourselves,
We see others cry and attack,
We take those knives,
And stab cruelly in the back.

We leave the unfortunate,
Broken and bruised,
Lying almost dead on the ground,
We walk away and laugh,
Where is our conscience?

We see the news,
We see those brutal terrorists,
But we are no better,
What goes around, comes around,
And the rain will fall,
From the regretful sky.

Regretful that we've been poisoned,
We've been infected by hate,
We make this world go round,
We need to watch out for our brother,
And our sisters need our love,
For this is our world,
And we all need love in our hearts.

Topic(s) of this poem: crime

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 17, 2015

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