I hate that my dc*k is small. She moans for me, but deep down I know she’s faking.

Gold in their pockets, lies on their lips, They steal from the hungry with greedy grips. Schools left in ruins, roads torn apart, Yet castles are built on the people’s heart. Justice is traded, the truth betrayed, Hope is the price the poor have paid. Corruption kills, but we stay afraid.

Hands that should serve now steal instead, Justice is blind, but the poor lie dead. Truth is silenced, greed wears the crown, When corruption rules, a nation drowns.

Bombs write the sky in fire and flame, While children hide, too young for blame. Cities crumble, hearts turn cold, Dreams of tomorrow bought and sold. The earth is weary of endless war, Of borders painted in blood once more. Mothers weep for sons not returned, Homes reduced to ashes burned. Is peace a story too fragile to keep? Why must the innocent pay so deep? One world, one sky, yet we divide, When love could stand where hate resides. Listen, leaders, hear our plea, No war, no blood, let all be free.

Golden towers rise, but shacks still fall, Some feast at tables, while others crawl. A child with hunger, eyes hollow and wide, While banquets overflow, nothing to hide. The rich grow richer, their pockets fed, The poor grow weary, with broken bread. A system unbalanced, a cruel divide, Where dreams are stolen, and hope denied. Is justice a myth, or just for the few? Does dignity vanish when wealth owns you? We close our eyes, pretend not to see, But chains of poverty bind humanity. Inequality screams in silence each day, Do we rise together, or turn away?

Clear as the morning, gentle, divine, Water is life, a sacred lifeline. Yet rivers run dirty, wells run dry, Children still thirst, while the rich pass by. A drop of water, more precious than gold, But greed lets it leak, forgotten, sold. Factories poison, plastics invade, The gift of tomorrow, recklessly betrayed. Without clean water, no seed will grow, No heart will beat, no stream will flow. One world, one chance, protect it today, For water lost will not find its way. So guard each drop, let justice be clear, Clean water is life, for all who are here. #cleanwater

The rivers once sang, now they choke on our waste, Plastic veins bleeding, with toxins they’re laced. Forests once whispered, now silent with grief, Their lungs are on fire, their lives cut brief. The sky wears a mask of smoke and despair, Children inhale it, unaware. The ocean, a graveyard of bottles and nets, Its creatures are dying, do we forget? We poison the soil that feeds our hands, Trade beauty for profit, scorch sacred lands. What legacy stands in the ashes we make? A planet in ruin, a future at stake. One Earth, one home, we’re tearing apart, The wound is our doing, will we grow a heart?

Smoke in the sky, rivers turned gray, Plastic mountains grow each day. The air we breathe, the land we tread, Slowly poisoned, life misled. One Earth, one chance, the warning’s clear, End pollution or the end is near.

In baskets full, in plates piled high, We take, we taste, and let some die. Half a loaf, a bruised red pear, So often tossed without a care. The earth has tilled, the farmers toiled, The seeds were sown, the soil was spoiled. Rain has fallen, sun has shone, Yet scraps are wasted, food undone. Every grain and every crust, Deserves our love, respect, and trust. For while some feast and throw away, Others starve through night and day. Save the meal, share the bread, Cook with thought, not waste instead. Plan the portions, store with grace, Let no good food go to waste. A mindful choice, a simple start, Can heal the world, one caring heart. So eat with wisdom, honor the plate, Together we can change fate.

💡🌚 Say no

✨ The Word The word was a spark in the silence of night, A whisper of thunder, a flicker of light. It carried the weight of a world yet untold, Soft as a feather, yet heavy as gold. The word could build kingdoms or bring them to fall, A single breath spoken could echo through all. It lingered in shadows, it bloomed in the air, A seed of creation, both fragile and rare. And though it seemed simple, just letters combined, The word was the mirror reflecting the mind. So guard it with wisdom, let kindness be stirred, For life is a story… all shaped by the word.