This world that we live in is full of brokenness.
Too many of us build our own utopia,
To try to live the best life possible while here.
But in reality, it’s a dystopia.
Where there are many young who are new to this world
That live day to day with parched tongues and stomachs bare.
While we who have plenty and throw away excess
Might offer prayer, but it’s us who chose not to share.
Where youth are forced to carry the weight of the world;
And if their knees buckle, they crash down with a thud.
Their only choice is to oppress or be oppressed;
Too often, it ends with bullet fire and blood.
Where humans are captured and sold as property;
Dignity and innocence is wildly taken.
Their life is a cycle of repeated assaults,
What kind of hope remains when you feel forsaken?
This world that we live in is full of brokenness.
Too many of us build our own utopia,
To try to live the best life possible while here.
But in reality, it’s a dystopia.
If we follow Jesus and don’t do anything,
Let’s consider if it is Him we truly know.
If we want to find Him, He will be in the dark,
Though perhaps with an appearance incognito.
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