WHILE I STARE
While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?
Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we’ve turned immorality into our Tommy
Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones
While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends
Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.
I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.