Sick

I am Sick.
Sick of this planet and sick of this life time.
The land of the free and home of the brave
has turned into chaos and violence.
The men we trust to keep our streets crime free
have gone and killed the innocent with out facing justice
I am Sick
Sick of the way us humans treat each other.
Name-calling and judging like we have the right.
Pushing someone so far that they contemplate
ending their beautiful life.
We all talk about change, saying it will happen,
it should happen.
But what do I see?
Nothing.
Nothing being done and still hearing the lies of the people of this sick nation.
I am Sick.
Sick of this world that I grew up loving but now despise.
This Sick world is full of bullies, in school or in the cyber world
But the halls of this school aren't like they say on TV but the students,
The students have to go day by day trying.
Trying to think of ways to make this Sick world better while worrying
About what the next test will be about or what their grade is.
A lot of things are put on our shoulders, people wondering what
This generation will do in the future.
But it’s not our fault this planet is so Sick.
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I realize I suck at poetry but I joined my school's poetry club to try and get better.
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