Wrong In The World Poem by Timothy Long

Scorch and hatred fly throughout the land, war and disease whelk it to, but the saddest fact ever learned or heard was in life you can only rely on yourself, it bothers us so, a ground of wisdom empty to preaches, as to remember, life has its responsibility's, can killers giggle and sing as well, knowing to some every day is hell, yet every one lives differently to all die differently, but death is all the same none the less, do people digress? emotions lead everywhere, slipping away to a better place, does these heavens exist, or is it that billions are fools, parents abandon children, without cares all of us are, missing what is left of a puzzle that is life, life is all around me, yet it appears dead, can anyone hear of this, everybody is hurting without any cures, who's catching all the tears, what's the reasons, finding change in all, and the reason is you.