The World Of My Dream 2 Poem by Falana Zion

I hope the world sees,
the words the silent pen bleed
And change their negative ways
Making the world heaven on earth

But it seems the more the pen bleeds
The more the violence increase
How I wish they could see
Beyond their normal routine

Child abuse, sexual immorality
Killing and terrorism,
speak not the changes I wish to see
In this world I called my dream

Moral decadence
Speaks out its words with ease
Injustice keeps not its mouth shut
How I wish justice speaks
with its tongue touching its lips

Leaders are leaders
They are no more readers
They lead with authority
Covering the word "serve"

How would they see?
When the sight is becoming dark
How would they speak?
When their mouth is blocked with money

Citizens are becoming touts
Turning themselves into slaves
Seeking violently the paper
That burns silently in fire

Well, if the night says "I won't rest a night"
The sky promises to be out of stars
The world glory in rags
I know one day,
I'll surely leave the confused land