It's Too Bad Poem by 0 (Zero) ...

Waves crash upon the sand,
Like blood upon the soil.
It's too bad one happens just as often as the other.

You look around and see the world,
But only as you wish it to be.
It's too bad you choose not to notice the sadness and poverty surrounding you.

Worlds and lives are shaken day by day,
One casualty after another.
It's too bad no one notices.

A moment's pity is all you give,
To every death uninvolving you.
It's too bad everything will change soon.