What is this world?

Is this world a never ending tomb?
A place where babies are killed in the womb?

Where bombs are dropped, and people are killed,
Where the coolest thing that you can be is free- willed?

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Always secluded, staying inside.

Where is love? Where is grace?
Can people seriously curse each other to the face?

And kill themselves, hurt each other,
How can they eliminate their own brother?

No truth lives, in our pathetic existence,
When it comes to fighting, noone shows resistance.

How could we let it be this way?
This isn't the future, I hope, I pray.