Wasted Potential

"To all those who have lost their lives needlesley due to greed and hate"

We have a way to heal,
And ways to save the starving,
Instead we choose to kill
With no sign of caring.

The stars we could call home,
Earth could be United,
Instead we let soldiers roam,
On Missons all redacted.

Illness could be of the past,
Our species made unlocked,
Instead the die of war we cast,
With no care of what it costed.

We are a broken machine,
With fear I look at us,
Our people like kareen,
The waste just makes me cus