A clear image is projected. We have long labored to build a heaven only to find it populated with horrors. This realm indeed is a hell. So few people genuine. None the less, there is no escape. Be it one hand or a thousand, it makes a difference. Like I always say, if the good days dont prevail, then even the bad ones wont.

Your poem is presented in a clear and simple form. I love poems presented in such plain fashion. The only thing I would advise to be corrected on this poem is the structure, specifically the length. You could break up some of the lines into separate ones.

Good piece overall. 5/5

Most of your poems have this dark mood to it. Did you write this from experience or from imagination?