What is wrong with the world?

What is wrong with this world?

 

What is wrong with this world?

It’s a question I ask daily, whenever

I see the news flicker on the television

set, or on my laptop screen.

A headline screams CARNAGE! to

describe seven parked cars hit by a passing

driver, yet the man who killed 59 innocent

people is labelled as a nice guy who

enjoyed gardening.

 

What is wrong with this world?

We are a society that shames women for

covering up, but equally for showing

off a bit of flesh. We are a society,

where a  young girl is not allowed to

flash her collar bone, yet the boy’s

swim team stand there in their

budgie-smuggling pants, with no

dignity to speak of.

 

What is wrong with this world?

We are a society where a woman has to

prove that she was raped before she

is allowed to remove that blob of jelly

that is less than a flicker of light from

her own womb. Yet the boy who forced

himself upon her is regarded as a

hero because he scored so high in

his last test.

 

What is wrong with this world?

This world that dials its hate and decay,

its deceit and denial into the telephone

of life, and then yells “HEY GOD!

Why are you letting those 500 people hurt?”

All the while, ignoring the thousands that

died on the other side of the world

before they’d even had their morning

cup of Joe.

 

We are what is wrong with this world.

Every single person who ignored the pleas

of their fellow human being, left out in the

cold. Every single person who thought,

it’s not my problem. It’s nothing to do with me.

Every single person who has shouted about

their right to bear arms, and then cried about

the madman who killed children on their

way to school.

 

We are what is wrong with this world.

In a world where a woman is labelled

TERRORIST for covering her face, but

stoned to death if she dares to reveal

more than her eyes. A world where parked

cars is carnage, but a man who kills fifty-nine

people is an  accountant, who was just having a

really bad day.

 

All copyright of this poem belongs to Charlotte Howard. Please share, but please give me credit! 😉

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