Torn Apart Poem by Patrick Stuart

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.'