Cracks in the Globe

The world teeters on the edge,

A tug-of-war, a restless wedge.

Greed's insatiable, cold and wide,

Survival struggles, side by side.

A canvas dark, despair’s cruel art,

Where dreams once bright, now fall apart.

Hope wilts, a flower in the sand,

Withering slow beneath time’s hand.

Division weaves its tangled thread,

Chasms deep, where hearts have bled.

We chase the gold, yet lose our way,

And love, once bright, begins to sway.

But in the dark, a spark remains,

A weed defies the heavy chains.

A fragile flame, it flickers still,

A light that bends, but will not kill.

Through concrete cracks, resistance grows,

A faint but steady flame that shows

A path toward peace, a brighter bloom,

Beyond the shadows, past the gloom.