When I look upon this world in which we live <br />It is with saddened eyes. <br />For I see that the wars and the battles are still raging, <br />I see the unrest and the injustice, <br />And the same wells of poverty <br />That exist throughout the land. <br />While the poor and the homeless people <br />Are still begging upon the streets, <br />And the starving children continue to die <br />Within the heat of the African desert, <br />Nothing has changed, <br />For it was the same when I was a child. <br />And I could not bear to look then <br />In the same way that I cannot bear to look now. <br />Although we all grow older <br />Each day that we live upon this earth, <br />It seems that we do not grow older and wiser. <br /> <br /> <br />(2011)<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-look-upon-this-world/
