our world is broken
i mean, ripped apart and fallen
in a sad and twisted way
in a hurt others cause i’ve been hurt,
fall down, hit the dirt,
break down, hit the first
thing that cracks me,
irks me, disturbs me
our world is dark
the light doesn’t penetrate
it could, i mean, it does
it should and will because
the Light is greater still
then broken hearts and broken wills
then patterns of abuse
then poverty’s refuse
our world is ugly
not the created world,
not the beauty of one another
but the way we forget to be beautiful
the way we choose our nature
based on the hurt we’ve felt
the hand we’re dealt
it’s broken; it’s dark and ugly
you are not
we are not
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