The Woes of the World

I look at the world we live in,

An epitome of misery

The fact that sadness is a  mere consequence dawns  upon me.

We are so  accustomed to noticing only what we lack,

That our fortunes fail to meet the eye

Ungratefulness is a friend of man in order to attack,

Such corruption exists in this world that every word uttered is a lie.

I look at this world of misery,

Disgusted by what I see.

Ashamed of what we have done,

Disappointment dawns on me.

A disease is being carried by this chaste earth,

Of which there is no dearth.

This disease is a creation of mankind,

The cure for this disease is ours to find