In another world, our problems do not exist.
What is in our world today?
Our world is bottled up with hatred, discrimination, and ignorance,
Beliefs of entitlement, greedy motivations, and fear,
All of which are suppressing love, acceptance, and education,
The will to work, generous thoughts, and ease.
We despise each other and ourselves,
Unable to find satisfaction
In what we and others have or do not have,
In what we and others already are or are not,
Because hating is easier than loving.
We can't stand those that are different,
Or even those that are like us.
We just keep pointing fingers, saying,
"You did this! They did that!"
As if that would solve the issue.
(It really doesn't, it only makes things worse.)
We don't look at the other side.
Our myopic minds cannot,
Excuse me, will not
Put ourselves in others' shoes.
We turn against each other like a flip of a coin,
Or, at times, for the coin,
Even devouring ourselves from the inside out.
In another world, our problems do not exist
They would be taken up, cast out, and replaced by a new set of issues,
Issues that we have never even considered before.
Perhaps that other world would be worse,
But I just hope that it would be better.
Or we could improve our own world.
Perhaps we could be the better other world.
What is in our world today?
Our world is bottled up with hatred, discrimination, and ignorance,
Beliefs of entitlement, greedy motivations, and fear,
All of which are suppressing love, acceptance, and education,
The will to work, generous thoughts, and ease.
We despise each other and ourselves,
Unable to find satisfaction
In what we and others have or do not have,
In what we and others already are or are not,
Because hating is easier than loving.
We can't stand those that are different,
Or even those that are like us.
We just keep pointing fingers, saying,
"You did this! They did that!"
As if that would solve the issue.
(It really doesn't, it only makes things worse.)
We don't look at the other side.
Our myopic minds cannot,
Excuse me, will not
Put ourselves in others' shoes.
We turn against each other like a flip of a coin,
Or, at times, for the coin,
Even devouring ourselves from the inside out.
In another world, our problems do not exist
They would be taken up, cast out, and replaced by a new set of issues,
Issues that we have never even considered before.
Perhaps that other world would be worse,
But I just hope that it would be better.
Or we could improve our own world.
Perhaps we could be the better other world.