There are plenty of problems in this world
There are lots to face, so many to bear
Adversities flung, bombed, unfurled and hurled
Precious peaceful moments are very rare
Oh bother, why is our life so unfair?
Problems threaten lives with double edged knives
I have to fare in my own lonely lair
To eradicate such issues, I strive
Dire deceit and lies will arise
I am bored of the battlefield
I’ll
fight before I pay my dreaded price
I will wield my shield before I should yield
There exist countless conflicts we should end
I believe we must mend through tend and befriend
