The world we live upon is stacked up like a fragile tower,
A brittle, multifaceted balance held upright by power.
The dominance, however, is abused, exposed, and concentrated,
People wander to the entrances to find that they’ve been gated.
We tend to crowd inside a bubble destined to be punctured,
And panic when exposed to a reality of severe hunger.
Hunger to survive, succeed, surpass what has been dealt to you,
To escape a life that only seems to crush, corrupt, construe.
The wide line between a crisis and the current has been blurred,
For the ones that talk in spite of this, their words are few and slurred.
We only address what we claim to be important,
Though, realistically, it’s contrary, the problems we find dormant.
The challenge will not cease to exist if we cease to speak about it,
The more we push it down, away, more likely will the seams split.
Our world is such a complex, wild show; more like a circus,
A river unground is bound to spring a leak and surface.
Society’s afraid to speak aloud of what’s been silent,
We need to face the fact that, an issue, we can’t step beside it.
We can look into or look away, yet choose to do the latter,
Ignorance is bliss until that wicked bliss is shattered.