Opposites

The sun is bright but she isn‘t shining

the poem is good but it isn‘t rhyming

people are praying but there is no god

the bread is fresh but it does taste odd

 

Dead people are living

And living people are dead

the world did some grieving

but nobody is sad

 

blind people see more than seeing ones ever might

people talk about peace but all they do is fight

newborns have quick to grow

while old ones are aging way too slow

 

people say love but mean hate

Everything ends before it starts

thousands of prisoners search for an escape

prisoned by their own hearts

Author's Note

Okay, this is a poem I wrote a good while ago. Thought it'd be a good start.
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