Broken Glass

This is a poem about thw world that i see of today!

I stare in to this broken glass, as i am just a small huddled mass. This vision stains with red, showing what lies ahead. As they stare me in these eyes, i will forever hear this worlds cries. Time will always fly, as there will always be a child to cry. We Fight for what is right, but we never see the light. Glass scattered through out my life, still there always seems to be a strife.