Is the world a good place?
A little girl asked me once.
I thought upon that for days on end.
Is the world a good place?
I pictured, then, a tall skyscraper,
Thousands of storeys worth of suicide nets
And women with blistered feet because they
Have been standing for the whole day.
Whole week. Whole month. Whole year.
Lifeless zombies with bleeding fingers
And bleeding hearts. Programmed slaves for
The Western World. A land of money and power glory.
A land too far away to care. Too far away to do anything about it.
Too far away. That’s their excuse. Our excuse.
What can I do? Nothing.
We stand tall and proud when we are the cause of all the bad.
We stand here like there’s nothing we can do,
Knowing that every pair of jeans we buy at high end stores
Is just a slap on the face of a hungry child whose mother
Can barely stand still without tumbling over like an empty doll.
About the Creator
Vicky Babczyk
18 year old with a passion for writing in all categories :)
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