The Question of the Day

What has happened to our world?
The world I used to call home,
the world I used to love;
it has become something vile,
something foreign to me.
As children, we are naive,
to the issues of the day.
Now I am older and I see,
oh, do I see.
I see the injustice, the hatred, the evil
the sick, the weary, the depressed.

What has happened to our world?
My ancestors died dreaming,
dreaming of a better life, of a better world.
However, it seems as if their dreams have died with them,
buried under the depravity of today.
Sometimes I dream too,
happy dreams of peace and unity,
but then,
I awake.
What has happened to our world?

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I originally wrote this poem as an extra credit assignment for my AP language and composition class. Immediately intrigued by the challenge, I excitedly searched for ideas. After searching with no luck whatsoever, I finally found inspiration in the newspaper. Throughout the paper, I found multiple articles on the many mass murders and overall violence our nation has grown accustomed to. With every sentence I grew angrier and began to wonder why this type of brutality was present, not only in America, but also the rest of the world. Therefore my poem "The Question of the Day" was born.