Our World


So many people, so many choices,
Half turned heads and unheard voices.

Number one always comes first,
Even when the people at the back
Deserve it the most.

Eyes to see, but people are blind,
Death to the voices
Of those left behind.

And one day we will all see,
This is not the way the world
Is meant to be.

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