The Time. Poem by Elle McKay

how long does it take
for life itself to become
meaningless, hopeless
insignificant and worthless
who knows what tragedy
is caused by the malicious
youth, unrelentless in their selective
natures,
mourte
would anybody even care
few entities are still concerned
these minorities aren’t exactly sufficient
but anything will do now
would it matter
life in its most likeable form has left
was it ever there in the first place
outsiders among us