WHILE I STARE (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)

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While I stare at the deep of the earth
 I tear from my eyes
 Is this what He made it to be?
 Were we all meant to live like this?

 Guns became our toys
 Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
 Corruption became a hobby
 and we've turned immorality into our Tommy

 Now that I choose not to be part
 they tag me, a daft
 that I am dumb
 for not wanting to be part of the smart ones

 While I stare at the repulsiveness
 instigated and done by the of the sons of men
 Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
 and are forced to be close friends

 Now, I am void of tears
 What is the need to weep over what is dead?
 I will try my best to revive them
 Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.

 I will save the few I can
 So they also can stare from afar
 and thank Him for our lives;
 the lives of positive influencers.