Competition

This Masterpiece
by Kirsty McCormack

This masterpiece called Earth that we helped to create,
That we altered beyond recognition with our errors and mistakes
That we eventually must change, from wrong into right,
To finish the endless battle with evil that we fight.

Nothing can be done until you understand what evil brings;
You can't run from the truth, the things you need to see.
It's grown worse, more fierce and louder everyday,
Nothing denies the need of what I have to say.

Listen up to all the things that you need to hear,
Can't close your eyes and hearts to what is so clear.
Please listen to my story that is all of ours.
Get your head back on the ground and out of the clouds.

Stop kidding yourself that everything will be alright;
Time after time, all of those sleepless nights.
The world will crash and burn, before it gets to heal.
At this rate, we're all eating our last supper, our last meal.

The wars overseas still bring the pain back home,
To all the families who live their lives all alone.
And all they have in their life is full of pain;
Their souls and hearts broken, shattered, lame.

With our bombs and fights we kill thousands everyday;
For those that have nothing, living in poverty is the only way.
The countries at war spiral into death and pain;
Nothing but the sound of guns firing again and again

Drug smuggling, internationally; all over the world,
Executions, life sentences, who die in a corner curled.
Is a bit of easy money really worth your freedom?
How could you do that, why would anyone?

There are always the users of drugs out in the world, out there;
Their poor abandoned families living alone somewhere,
And until the day they die their unfortunate early deaths;
They live their pointless waste of a life till the last breath.

International discomfort until racial violence
Immerges into the streets, tempers no longer silent.
Truly defenseless against the "white" community:
What ever happened to a great nation of peace and unity?

Aren't we all Australians, not classified as white or black?
It would be like city against the great outback.
In the end we are all interbred anyway,
No matter what biased, deluded people have to say.

Child abuse, drunken losers bashing kids;
Hardly any wrong they ever said or ever did.
Powerless and too frightened to speak out or say,
Even a Kids Helpline can't save the day.

Broken bones, faces to swollen to speak, let alone see,
Cowering in the corner, weeping for what the night may bring.
Nobody to love them, nobody to care,
Where a home is not a home for anyone living there.

So many suicide bombings, I cannot count.
Where death and destruction surely creeps in and about
Those peoples' bodies, twisted minds to even think
About doing such dreadful, terrible things.

And though to them maybe it's for a "good cause",
Possibly a religion; a way to God's door,
Things we can't imagine or even try to understand,
Why would horrific murders be any god's demand?

The ozone layer is fading, our "great doings" becoming our undone As poisons, gases, smog and smoke fill lungs of little ones.
And as the sun powers through stronger to our Earth,
Eventually what would be the point of child birth

If all that is to happen is them to die from poisons in pain,
If at a young age they become sick, dying and lame.
Greenhouse gases destroying all that we worked for.
It will one day be the end; we won't exist any more.

Water is becoming scarcer; we won't have anything to drink,
As endless droughts pour over us, we will run out sooner than we think.
Our generation may survive, but what about those ahead.
They will be the ones to suffer, the ones that end up dead.

We need to solve the problem; we need to make it right.
Somehow, we must .fix this; overcome it with all our might.
We need our water, almost as much as the air we breathe.
That liquid must last, for now and eternity.

Alcohol and cigarettes, why can do exist?
Of all the drugs that they could ban, why would these be ones to miss?
Not only to the users become sick and ill
But the unintentional passives are also killed.

They mess with peoples' bodies, they mess with peoples' minds;
They induce sickness and harm, and cancers of many kinds.
Couldn't they just go away, so that we can live
Without their intoxications that the drugs offer and give.

The internet's amazing, but so terribly misused,
Full of scams, frauds and liars; by so many it's abused.
Full of information about all things of the Earth;
Things of great terror and pain, things of great mirth.

But the good that can be found is matched by the bad,
All of the happiness is even in comparison to the sad.
Too much that can't be filtered out so that we don't have to see
All the terror in this world that has come to be.

As the Earth continues to spin, it seems the same for our world,
That our reality and minds are spinning. Everyday we are hurled
Into unfamiliar territory, which we litter with our faults and mistakes,
All of our wrong decisions that we choose to make.

It is true that we live in a world, that is forever changing,
That is forever altered, that forever we are deranging
Into what we believe is right, but ends up being wrong,
Not only in the short-term but also in the long.

If the world was just a drawing, errors could be rubbed out.
If the world was just a movie, the script could be changed about.
If the world was just a video game, we could replay it a lot,
But our world is reality, so unfortunately we cannot.

But if we know what the truth is, what is wrong and right
Then as impossible are the chances, we could try with all our might
To fix the countless errors which we make everyday,
Just to attempt to make the world better in some small way.

Sure, we won't always change the right thing, take from where something belongs.
We often find the line is blurred between right and wrong.
But for the things we know that are at fault, no matter what they may be
The people that make it wrong should fix it; people like you and me.