We The People Poem by Cory Tilbrook

This era
This world
This place
It is only made of self destruction
Recreation is impossible
For we are the takers
We created hate
We created death
We are our fears
To think your mind can take control
It will go on a mission
A mission to terminate all
This world is close to its end
We are its end
We are finishing what we started
To think we could have created a place of dreams
A place of hopes
But our hate grows too strong
So we wait
We wait for the end
We the people