It breaks my heart,
To see the modern earth,
Where people value money and fame,
And humanity became a dirty game.
I can’t hold my tears,
When the world isn’t fair,
When rich have plenty to eat,
Poor ones survive with a drop of spit.
I can’t hold my tears to see,
Wanning of pure humanity,
Where rich ones fly in-plane,
And poor ones hold enormous pains.
I can’t hold my tears,
To see the world engulfed in fear,
Where rich ones are valued more,
And poor ones walk with tears in the pour.
I can’t bear the pain,
To witness the game,
Where new generations image their parents,
Just in social media to earn their fame.
I can’t bear any more cuts,
When I see mother earth getting hurt,
The human desire never ends,
And for their purpose earth is bearing the pain.
The death doesn’t differentiate a person,
And we have to die at any moment,
Let’s make the world a better place to live,
With no pain, yells, cry, and grief.
~Tshering Yangden
Bhutan