Lost Pt5 The World Poem by GodBody O.G

A world in peril and not many can care
we pass people in need and some just stare
not knowing why they don't just find work
numb to their plight and why it is they hurt
across the ocean warriors fight for a cursed land
where the people are not united as they stand
on the same side, further south, lies a mass continent
plagued by sickness, famine and people with ill intent
children scream in agony born into an earthly hell
but we have so much going on here we can't even tell
the few that try to help aren't enough to do the jobs
unable to reach the family in the alley that quietly sobs
once the cycle is started it gets harder and harder to stop
once bullets are fired there's a body that has to drop
spending so much time searching for materials in life
blinded by others who live everyday waking with strife
we can't see the girl grow up living with her pain
or feel the boy's sadness for the child he has slain
countless children go hungry and slip through the cracks
while the rich get fatter and lay on their backs
we can't go back and change things, the line's been crossed
the future has already been decided, the world is lost