Oblivious to whats really going on,
Living in the clouds and never looking down,
Letting people struggle and not even knowing
This is where we are going.
On the ground, light is hard to find, it runs astray.
People starve and die every day,
They try their hardest to stay living,
But our world isnt very forgiving,
And apparently neither are we.
We watch, or dont even bother to look, see.
We dont bother to care,
And if it were me, I know Id want someone there.
Someone to try to help me,
Someone to listen to my story,
So that life doesnt pass me by,
And no one remembers me after I die.
But people are cruel; they know but dont try,
To help all these people in poverty get by.
We may be more fortunate, but that doesnt mean that were better,
Because they got handed some bad luck, and we said, Whatever!
The sun sets and rises, but we dont see it.
Were too wrapped up in ourselves, were unfit,
But people on the ground grasp every bit of light,
They work hard to get through each day and night.
They notice colors because their treasure is our trash,
While we sit back, not noticing time pass,
Not making moments mean something,
But they know were not guaranteed anything.
They are appreciative, while we are not.
They are strong; were filled with soft spots,
And with little upsetting us we let out a yelp,
While they unknowingly reach out for our help.
Caroline Tidwell, Miller Middle School, Durango