What Sort of World?

He went to work to feel like a slave
The only profit the boss saw was money
Despite all the effort he gave
The concern he got was just phoney

The teenager walked down the street
He just wanted to mind his business
But he just got knocked from his feet
With a knife sticking out from his chest

They just wanted to be loved
They didn’t want all the strife
So they donned their hat and gloves
And went out to end their lives

In this world we bring our kids
This world of constant heaving
Life is just a series of bids
What sort of world are we leaving?

What Sort of World?

kernuak

Bridgwater, United Kingdom

Artist's Description

This poem had a few influences. At the time I wrote it, I was listening to a CD by a singer/songwriter called Amy MacDonald. For a (then) 19 year old, she has an amazing understanding of life, which is shown by her lyrics. This got me thinking about everything that was going on in the world. For quite a while in the UK, there has been alot of hype about stabbings, but also at the time, there seemed almost to be an epidemic of suicides in one town by teenagers, suggesting too much pressure from modern day life.

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