*Poem*

I start in the name of God, the Most Merciful, The Most Kind.

We live in a world where some people make a big deal out of minuscule things.

Tell me now, what joy does it bring?

People getting stuck in negative thinking and

getting involved in self-made drama over every pesky little thing.

Blowing small things out of proportion

While they scream 'caution'

This insignificant civy drama

It's not even close to trauma.

Just a little mistake

for that others characters you do not need to break

And STOP with all this hate.

I'm sick of all of it.

All this fake ....

So many snakes

who don't give but take and break.

There's much imagery people are sucked into and no substance

aimlessly they prance

Many need a spiritual transplant!

There are children starving in the world

Little boys and girls

in war-zones, all alone with no earthly home

There are people out there dying

So many tears, so much crying

People starving

People who have seen violence...

The heart-broken are always more silent

Because they realise there's more to life than strife.

They realise gratitude and that's what gives them a rich and beautiful attitude.

Whilst here we have people moaning about what's on TV

And fighting peace...

 No morals it's all about "me, me, me"

There's more to life, don't you see?

Their self-made misery needs company

Their self-made drama is set free

Emulating the filth they see on TV

Not realising how it indoctrinates their mind

The world is becoming spiritually blind.

Then we have those whose opinions are also made by the box on the wall,

no research, no reading just spreading the hate through their calls.

I'm sick of it all!

They spread all sorts of gossip

They only see the worldly ship.

They don't 'see' the immensity of the sea

From their conscience they flee

rage drives them as they fill with venom

and spread poison

their morals gone, hearts on the run!

Gratitude changes attitudes

Solitude makes one realise the former noise

Reflection makes one open their eyes

Those that THINK are called crazy. 

Whilst those filled with ignorance don't realise their sight is hazy.