A poem about perception

If it were pure

There'd be peace



No guns and riots

Or military police



And if it were pure

You'd hear little

About deaths



And cancers cure

And if it were pure



I'd be happy

And buried with love

With the sounds of above



If it were pure

You'd see children



Crying with happiness

Rather than war

If it were pure



People would live

And remain with a bittersweet core



But it's not

And we're divided

With love and hate



Children play and live

In a demolished state



And mothers abandon

Their souls that day

Because anything is better



Than befriending doomsday

Because riots and wars



And everything more

Destroying the core



Of an evolutionary uproar

Of drink and drugs

And careless youth thugs



Are all that we cry for

Because in the end

We all pretend



That everything's ok

Especially today



But people are dying

And the government is lying



In a corruptional order

To close our borders



Where people are fleeing

With their lives and well being



But we choose to ignore

We daren't deal with the poor

In a country



Of empowerment

We look for endowment



With speeches so loud

To penetrate the crowd

As the MP's, they bowed



Clapping so proud

About the death of a war cloud



But don't worry they shout

We'll kill them all now

You're safe now dear gal



And hospitals explode

Countless lives now borrowed



And homes, they collapse

Destroyed by hidden, IED traps

Ambushed and flying bootstraps



The media playing a game

Of "Who Can We Blame"



And religions are placed

Into a mixing hat misplaced

To be pulled out by the human race



And declared evil by power

Disguised by gun powder



For blood to be shed

"You are to blame" is now read

And it is now declared



That war is now here

So go ahead my dear



Say your goodbyes

And believe those lies



The media plays

The most terrible game

Of who can believe

And who can deceive



So listen and watch now

And tell me quite how



Civilians are left dead

By a missile to the head

And money is given



With the permission

To enhance the rich



And remove the ditch

Of poverty's slight glitch