The Atrocious Place

Here on this vast blue world ghosts surround me,
They are just as invisible to me as I am to them,
Yet we are both hidden to society,
In a way we are both like a fake gem,
Living in a world owned by the wealthy,
Where everything isn’t meant to be alright,
Not really knowing the world is run by the stealthy,
And soon shall be blown up with nuclear dynamite,
While I may still yet live and they deceased,
Living amongst me in this atrocious place,
Where the death rate has just increased,
As if a psycho is running around with a mace,
Can anywhere here be considered a safe haven,
Is there anyone still alive worth saving?