The world is burning But they tell me I’m wrong As oceans rise And kingdoms of plastic conquer more land I am slowly choking While the world dies Trapped by my own knowledge Watching everyone waiting to see who will put out the fire first While they add more kerosene to the pile In the very City I love Things are falling apart I pass people with beds of concrete While guns are being used like toys Our very streets are being avoided like death Going to school is a daily risk But staying home isn’t any safer I guess it’s easier to ignore the problems Because its harder to do something about it Because everything is controversial these days You can’t even be kind without be biased Tell me how basic human rights is this complicated I cant even remember a time when people were just people Has our dignity been forgotten? So maybe our world is sinking Under the weight of loss and destruction and war But maybe our world deserves it after all the evil alive and slithering Maybe we’ve broken a line Or have passed it so long ago we can’t even see it anymore Maybe our world on fire is meant to burn But then how can I believe that when I see a single person with a littlest bucket putting out the largest flame These broken people with a shattered hope still trying It makes me wonder: Could we be a pheonix from the ashes? Or will we continue to burn until were nothing but dust in the wind?