There’s just one thing left that I despise,
This community built on a pack of lies.
So hopeless, with dying desperation,
Looking endlessly for inspiration.
The lack of truth causes destruction,
Nothing to hold us together, absent suction.
The vandalised world seems to be our destiny,
A world of rebellion and budding mutiny.
As friendliness seams to desist,
and from simple warmth seems to resist.
As the hope for brighter days begins to descend,
With depression surrounding, happiness will end.
A happy society is all I desire,
But all that hope seems to be on fire.
So instead of letting life end in despair,
Be kind to strangers, listen and share.
Don’t let our world become desecrated,
Just be nice and our world will be less broken fated.
