The world is torn, its seams are frayed
They say they’ve wished them well and prayed
So many hold opinions, strong
But words are where they stop, its wrong
For if the ones who claim to care
Are genuine, then where’s their fare?
What costs have they all taken on?
Outside of tweets, or Facebook pawns?
Let me make this very clear
My life is committed to this, hear?
My books, my poems, they share a theme
The world, it needs a better dream
So while you spit and spread your hate
Know your words carry no weight
Keep posting, crying, doing naught
You’re dead weight, friend, an empty pot