Our world is hollow.

Our world is ingrained with hate.

Our world is inherent with fear.

Our world is rife with anger.

We stomp for pleasure.

Staring down at the broken.

Grinning at what we have done.

Hoping it will cause fear until all is lost.

Only at the precipice do we help for pleasure.

Reaching down to those who are broken.

Helping up those who are in fear.

To support and help the trodden.

A tear drops when we hate.

A tear drops when we love.

We must reach upward.

We can raise up.

We weep for the past.

We must look up.

We must cry out for our future.

We can touch the sky.