It isn’t wrong to be strong.
In trials, we try to hold on for so long.
We’re taught to display what is good and happy,
women can’t always lead and men can’t be sappy.
The world is revolving in new media,
and the number likes and loves are the new quota.
I fell into this endless swirl of superficiality,
that I forgot to focus on the needs of humanity.
There are screams of injustice and oppression,
then there’s no aid for people falling to depression.
We dedicate ourselves in battling opinions,
and ignored the call for a peaceful union.
The past months were hectic,
personally, deadlines were tragic.
Along my way, I lost the true light.
The goal for humanity lost in sight.
I was wondering what I wanted to buy,
when suddenly I realized I heard a cry.
It is collective cry of despair,
for I have been, to this world, become unfair.
The shell cracks and the ugliness appear,
the ‘fake-ness’ of this world becoming clear.
We must stand up and fight the shallow reception,
and strive to become peaceful nations.
*inspired by Easter (a blessed one, y’all)
*a gudetama for a title-pun