This world,
I cant describe it,
nor can it hide it.
From the scorching days of summer, and the solem days of spring,
the world, although at times a cruel place, is a beautiful thing.

But what about them kids in africa, their family not seen in years, surrounded by the deep jungle and their peers, crouch in the corner hoping no one can see their tears. Their fears, aspirations stripped dead, family gone, shot straight through the head.
Yea, let's pretend like that never exist, let's pretend that that place don't exist. And if they resist, let's pretend like they do exist.. it don't make sense, wall it all of like a fence.
The nukes they dropping, all out war is popping. People like lambs, you feel happy now, this shocking. Ahmed like me and you, ahmed know how to speak like you and I, ask yourself, is it really worth these people deserve to die... or is it an eye for eye, that this child deserves to die.

TBH- I threw this together quickly, I hope to shed some light on these other less discussed subjects. I was trying to convey the fact that how other, more struggling and less developed countries are not as likely to be talked about and if they are, it is most likely in a bad light. This took me about 5 minutes to write; I'll probably add more poems sooner or later. Thanks for reading.