Writernotanartist1

This is a poem I wrote about the world: Anything could happen, you used to say Unicorns may exist! Nutella could go out of business! The politicians might become moral Bullets might not find their way home, Or people might even stop pulling the trigger. There won't be a magic powder to take your problems away Or a knife to end it all. People might stop looking, analyzing, isolating And might start seeing that EVERYONE is beautiful on the inside And stop treating someone like trash because of the things they can't change. Cars might stop chugging smoke into the air, The poor and middle class might not have to scrape by. The scraping is gradua