This Is The World

This is the world,
That at every turn we see,
Self-exaltation unfurled,
They says its how it should be.


This is the world we know,

That everyone ought to boast,
No places for anyone to lay low,
But to step up or be toast.


This is the world now,
That if one should fall,
No one to him would bow,
To show that everyone should stand tall.

This is the world this hour,
That when one arises all will adhere,
But to those who fall short will cower,
No ear will be turned to hear.

This is the world this second,
That everyone should be great,
But to him who is broken,
Falls back into the darkness of fate.

This is the world everyday,
That everyone should gain power,
But those who fail to live up to the say,
Will wilt, without rain, a flower.

This is the world that we live in,
That is the survival of the fittest,
Yet he who is the best falls into sin,
What survival is there in this test?

This is the world that goes round,
Where everyone ought to be at the top,
But at every corner evil is found,
Where is the good, the evil to stop?

This is the world, this is the world,
Where do the hearts of men dwell?
The world, into the ocean, ought to be hurled,
For evil rings a loud tone, a bell.

This is the world.