Black Day
In this essence they call life
There is nothing I can see
There is a world I am standing in
A world without belief
The days grew longer
Years are passing
I am getting older
That feeling in me
Still remains Unknown
The world is a ball
Monitored by computers
We have all become puppets
And lost control over reality
There is no trust
No belief
No respect
No love
No commitments
Where do we stand
How do we stand
If this world is so great
Why do we as humans
Allow other humans to fall
Who do we trust
How can we trust
Where does one begin
This is not the world
I want to live in.
poem by Mia Valenti
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