Dark coulds cry.

The sky is dark filled with rage.
For this is the dawning of a new age.
The world is bad filled with hate.
Never able to get through anyones gate.
So what do you suppose can help us now.
Try to make peace or just back down.
Stand up now and face our fate.
Or could it be we are just to late.
The world is bad and getting worse.
People will steal from their grandmothers purse.
We painted the face of the earth you see.
Maybe we should of just let it be.
now it is a race for power these days.
You have to follow a specific way.
You are now judged everywhere you go.
The earth has now reached an all time low.
The clouds are spreading everywhere you go.
I use this as a metaphor for what we have let go.
Have you ever watched the rain fall down.
Just watch the drops splatter when they hit the ground.
The clouds are crying tears from above.
For there is just no more love.
You will turn on the news and see someone has died.
This is the problem that we will never be able to hide.
I am not selfish nor am I insane in the mind.
I am just pointing out but the dotted line.
Now take this poem into consideration.
And in the end you will have the feeling of admiration.