Miserywhen Has This Come To Be Poem by the poet

I woke up and it was three,
I got up just to see,
Another kid doing drugs,
Rapists pushing their luck..
How could this be?
When has this come to be?

I got up and I see,
Right in front of me,
The people on TV,
They kill like a chore.
How could this be?
When has this come to be?

I went down just to hear,
Another scream in my ear,
Adults bursting their lungs,
Children holding their fear.
How could this be?
When has this come to be?

I opened the door and I smell,
The air is poison gas,
Sweet flowers less and less,
Where the pungent lies rest,
How could this be?
When has this come to be?

I want to run from it all,
This boy can’t take the fall,
So damn it all,
Can’t peace stand tall?
How could this be?
When has this come to be?