I thought I’d leave a mark on the world, but the world has left a mark on me.
Permanent, scarred, painful.
So much hurt, so much pain. I cry for the world that does not cry for me.
So much to give, yet all we do is take,
So much so, that the foundations of our faith, rattle and shake.
We destroy the world and each other,
Leaving nothing, but destruction and horror.
Rivers flow with blood, heavens heave with tears,
No more love, just our mistrust and fears.
How do we heal, how to rid ourselves of this ugly scar?
Yet, we are all family, scattered across the diaspora.
If we do not stop this madness, mayhem and mistrust,
We shall all perish in a globe that will explode, and leave only a cloud of dust.
Leaving nothing. No mark. No World.