Hey guys
it was just one and a half years ago, when I wrote a poem about the horrible situation in Ukraine, my second home. Now my thoughts are with all my friends that live in Paris. And my poem still discribes this world and the horrible things that are happening. I hope you like it.
The world has turned into a crazy place,
somehow everywhere is pain.
But for grief is no space,
you have to fight with an open vein.
Haven't we all learned from the past,
is there no sense in a human head?
Do we have to sacrifice our last,
until there are less alive and more dead?
Everything is about power,
it always has and will be.
But in this very hour,
the people want to be free.
The cost for power is too high,
too much hope was taken.
Too many people had to die,
for something what's already been shaken-
Everyone has an own voice,
everyone has a right of independence.
The right people should make this choice,
but this can just work with patience.
We have to build a bridge of hope,
it was crushed by fear and death.
We only have a single rope,
and we will hold it to our last breath.
Copyright by Monstacookie.