No named poem...

Why is the world all messed up,
so many people falling,
dead children's mothers calling,
why didn't you take me!!??'
cant everyone be free?.

people in Africa dying of aids,
big company bosses are always getting paid,
so much sorry in this world,
i wish life's true meaning would be unfurled,
but life isn't always as simple as that,

so I'm writing this poem to let people know,
that no one should live,
with no love and no home,
people around,
always whine,
while another solider is breaking his spine,
this thing they call law,
is ruling all of us,
why cant America sit down and discuss,
the matter of the people...

HEY WHAT BOUT US!!!!

*what is better for the people who live under the law?? WAR OR PEACE?*