poems of we

there will not be a day where it is peaceful

for mankind knows no such thing

we started fighting over an apple

it is unknown how we are to end

but it won’t be laughing

or dancing

unless on our enemies graves.

faith, trust and pixie dust

may as well be our future

far more likely than no more wars

even after years go by

and we wonder

why don’t we just change already?

we will not rule the world

as there is a singular throne

and agreement isn’t something we do

without back stabbings and politics

the result being the next generation who suffers.

the children who are so optimistic

they are eager to learn and grow up

but darling please,

stay little and stay small

for when you are big and tall

your voice won’t matter any more

than it did before.

c.c, 2021.