No Changes Poem by Joel Mildew

How must I chase the world?
If there's an invisible garment
Tied around me
Judging all my actions
The world has four seasons
Yet I see no changes
Only a continuation of hidden hatred
Infant hate from disgrace makes the racist
And we still ponder
On people's greatness
Take the red out their veins
They may act right
Yet I continue to wonder
On what could makes this
"One better place, let's erase the wasted"