A Prayer Of Sorts. Poem by willow moon pearce

We are all going to leave this world
Even when we feel the sun and wind
On our faces.
Our happiness with our friends
And the constant beauty of our earth.

Our world is collapsing around us
Pollution, crime, greed and the people
That care so little about life and living
That, I am in a constant state of
Anxiety and fear

We all know the countries
That teach their young to machete arms and hands
From the innocents.

War has been rampant for thousands of years
How many have died needlessly?
Only God knows
And in his infinite wisdom
When will he appear to us? .