knewspaper scraps
and lost recitps 
blow around in the wind
unwanted 
and strewn across the desolate landscape
of people's front lawns
if you can call them that
it's really just cement
with a tree in a cage
if your lucky
bleak
and grim 
heartless
and unforgiving
why must the people of this world
onlly know how to hurt
and kill what they've been given?

I only see gray 
there is no black and white
wrong and right
there is only death 
love
and the strength to stay alive
our world is fading 
and you sit there
not caring 
about anything but yourself?

glass bottles shattered 
and pavement cracked
children crying
and people breaking their backs 
trying to fix what has been broken 
and mend the tear in our world 
do their thoughts go unspoken? 
their intentions unheard?

we can't fight alone
this world we call home
needs many defenders 
working together
if we want to stay here.