The World is not how it should be.

Its a poem I wrote following so many negative news of scams and corruption here leading the news headlines. Hope you'll like it.

The world is not how it should be,

it ought to be pleasent and nice,

It's made to live, live a life,

then why by death shall we suffice.

Each man God placed equal,

under the blessings of the sun,

talk a lot bigheads on TV,

for the deprived says a prayer none.

Motives each has its own,

to any level for them they will descend,

money is transient, death is truth,

can't this the capitalists understand.

Who made men masters?

how fellow men can they enslave,

in God's very own kingdom,

to start a mutiny is no one enough brave.

Men fight, Men die,

in this world of war they create,

I wonder if God sees,

and cries at His children's fate.

If we were born to die and meanwhile reproduce,

why were we gifted with brain,

it's surely God's strategy,

just like to relieve droughts came the rain.

The world was not dissected,

then why we scarred it with closed gates,

when God lives everywhere,

why we made countries, cities or states.

For money souls are on sale,

the bidders take the cursed stage,

life is just a brief stupid tale,

with a tragic chapter on each page.

Yet smiles with innocence,

and dances with the winds,

lives life in moments,

the mechanical earthlings.

Intoxicated with pride,

men walk, heads high,

tenant tries, childhood cries,

families reject, love denies.

The world is not how it should be,

it ought to be pleasent and nice,

It's made to live, live a life,

then why by death shall we suffice.