Reid@YWP

Black and white

The conflict the world can't seem to get over

Why can't we all just be people?

This is no difficult task, to accept others

The sky is not falling

Chicken Little went home

I wish this corrupted land was not my home

The politicians flew too close to the sun

I have now learned how a cheeto can run

The sky is falling 

It lives in cupped hands

Around sorry ears,

Behind closed mouths shut up tight,

A wrench in the steel factory gears.

A hidden prism refracting light,

Shining through the cracks in firmly pressed fingers.

Being a kid is like a dream. 
You’re riding bikes 
and going on hikes in the park.  
Nothing is holding you down 
‘cept when the day frowns with rainy skies 

What happens when we all lose hope?  
When we stop believing that it'll all work out? 
What happens then?