Problems of the world

This is one of the first poems I wrote.. so it's very rythmatic. most of the stuff I wrote ryhmed at the time

The world is a mystery to us all 
changing from time to time 
our lives are short, our time is near 
we live the lives we can 
from time to time we war 
for pointless stuff I guess 
our hearts are growing weary 
of fight and wars and stuff 
our selfish needs, are selfish want 
has started this whole mess 
if everyone was equal 
the world might change I guess 
but from time to time we fight 
wich cause bloody wars 
the world is strange in many ways, or maybe human kind 
but our destructive paths, our selfish wants 
is what got us in this mess 
The day of judgement, the final days 
wich means are time is near 
I hope to god who blessed us all 
he'll save us all right here 
protect us lord and keep us safe 
from the problems that are to come 

I hate the world it's mystery's 
it's way to much for me 
the world has change and now I see 
we can only do our best