More then what it's worth

I look at the people now a days.
I see crime, violence, and hate.
I am an old soul and it kills me every time.
I see the world this way.
It is sad.
The ridicule, the yelling, the drama.
I watch the news and want to cry.
I know how the world was.
Not everyday did you see such anger.
Not everyday did you see the pain.
Not everyday did you see the end coming.
But even now i try.
I try to fix these people.
To make them see.
See that they don't have to live in hate.
That everyone can love.
No one has to die from gun or knife.
We can live in peace and prosperity.
Just look at that new born baby.
How can you live with yourself knowing.
That in your time you contributed to all this violence.
This pain.
This hate.