We breathe, we live, we cry, when our heart stops beating we die.
We kill, we hurt, we pollute the air, while others are worried about being fair.
We smoke, we do drugs, we steal, I don’t understand this living but it’s real.
We rap, we sing, we feel for each other, we march against racism with a fellow brother.
We are young, we are old, we are people all the same. There’s nothing else in this world but the devil and ourselves to blame.
So when we live, we got to live right. So when we go up to heaven, we’ll see god and that’s alright.
I get what you are trying to say, but I have seen it put better. However taking into account your age, I suggest you read a lot of different poetry and try your hand at different styles. Look at ways of using words more descriptively. I am at a loss as to why this poem is so high on the rankings, unless your entire school voted for it! ! ! However, dont give up writing, it's good for the soul! Regards, Lucy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is excellent and so full of truth.