Poetry- Paper by Maddie Sokolowski

the world revolves around paper.

we all dream of riches, the

green tickets of misery and hope

upon which we give our lives,

build ourselves around

torture, turn corrupt.

they become our only incentive

to lie and steal, even kill,

the struggles navigated

like ships on a cold icy sea

just waiting to swallow us,

drag us into the dark indigo deep

the millions of families

devoid of hope

living off of the sheer willpower

that most don’t even have

and what do we get for our efforts?

in the end,

all of that pain and suffering

the fear and anger

being wrought upon us for so long

has one recompense:

a ground up tree.