This place is ruined
and not meant to be,
This world that I'm talking about,
is filled by the sea.
No one can tell me
that it's all my fault,
I promise, I swear,
I never joined that cult.
This new land
is not like it was
Since you have read this,
continue the buzz
People are crying
and going w/o food
This is why,
they; ve not a good mood.
Whether it be
the economy decline,
I love this world
it'll always be mine.
People can stop it
or say 'That's enough! '
But those same people
never had it this rough.
So when you see someone
pushing a cart
look at them and say
'This world's torn apart.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem