Our Very Own World

Just an observation of how when one person hurts, the world keeps on movin.

Naturally selfish, but perfectly sane,
The people of Earth do not cry
For anyone else; They are off in themselves
And they will not "haste the day".

They do not belong to any one wrong;
They are at fault with themselves.
And no one will know the mistakes, all untold,
They habitually know so well.

The rest of the world goes through their lives,
Unknowing and so unaware,
While those they don't know,
And never will, are hurting everywhere.

Nobody knows what's happening now,
And most of them don't even care;
Souls are changing and hearts are breaking.
Lives are ending, unfair.

Their lies pour out in perfect sync,
Like a venomous, treacherous kiss;
And yet the whole world, all scattered and torn,
Will move on in ignorant bliss.