25 April 2012
Refugee from a war-torn land, Wonders where she'll sleep tonight, Orphaned, homeless, destitute, Clings to hope yet sees no light.
Teenage girl in a Western land, Hates her parents, sleeps around, Takes for granted love and comfort, Wasted from the shots she's downed.
Oppressed citizen of a tyrant ruler, Lives in a generic, concrete shell, Restricted movement, rules or death, Living in not Earth, but Hell.
Hipster youth thinks he's unique, A token whisper for wars to cease, Luxury of rebellion, Never knows life without peace.
It seems as though our world is split, Worlds apart are lives of some, Two halves a coin; so near, so far, What has the human race become?
This poem was inspired by a musing of @blindmuggy.
Worlds Apart • Opuss № I