Doomed

Why does the world

Have all the paint

And I have just

One corner in which

To move into why

Does the world insist

On poking this bear

Why can’t the world

Let sleeping dogs lie

No this crazy world

Turns its nose up

At kindness and compassion

Preferring junk yard dogs

Snarling barking and biting

A world of individuals

All wanting to be

Best at being selfish

Our world is doomed