Look At Us - Poem by Ivory Strife
In some places around the world,
there's people dying just to be heard.
Children search through rubble to find their lost mothers.
We only have little fears.
Stupid little fears.
While we have to worry about untrue deals,
they have to worry about finding their next meals.
While we wish for fortune and fame,
they can only hope that when they die, it isn't in vain.
Sometimes I think the world has gone crazy,
or maybe we're all just too lazy.
Too lazy to care.
Maybe if we all learned to share,
maybe if we all stopped screaming 'look at me! ' 'look at me! .'
The world would be a place worthy to see,
and maybe one day, someday,
tt won't be 'look at me' that we say,
'Look at us'
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