I know the Earth,
Turns round and round,
But why is it today,
That everything is upside down,
All going the wrong way?
I feel like an uprooted tree,
My roots up in the air,
Witnessing contradictory things,
That now are everywhere,
The death of beauty and respect,
And all that once was fair.
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It isn't just now, Sandra. Things seemed and have been this way for millennia. I think they are more readily seen and experienced once you reach a certain age and are no longer preoccupied with shallow pursuits. When I find myself getting focused on the negatives of society in this day and age, I make a conscious decision to find the good and positive in this world. There is a lot of it.