Poor world of mine

by Mirela Buhus

Poor world of mine!
We are killing you
One heart-beat at a time,
some with the guns
and some with none...

We fear even our own shadows,
We've become worse than animals!
We worship fake Gods
In order to justify our plans.
We do charity
but only for those overseas
Cause we're too scared
or too shattered
to live upon "love thy neighbor!"...

It doesn't matter who dies
As long as there will always exist allies.
Rivers of tears
and mountains of fears,
With the hope left only to despair.
Our dead loved ones
Pray more for us
Than we for them!
Cause we're still in the dark
and hopefully they made it...
They're the martyrs!

Living in distress
a lifeless non-sense
One tragedy after another,
How will we be able to recover?

How can you continue?
When almost nothing depends on you!
How to sleep with the unanswered questions?
When not a day goes by without a "WHY?"
Oh! Poor world of mine
Why? Why? Why?

There's only so much one can take,
That the entire Sun won't be enough
to dry out what we have fought
To flee, to stay or to restrain?

This ain't no game...
It's a world in pain!