Think; something to begin with healing process f Poem

This world is a beautiful; and a loving place
With passage of time became a global village
Beauty of; know each other from far distance
Such wonderful things happened;make sense

Don't know; despite blessing; we are tense
Honestly tell me; does it make any sense?
Because of tragic incidents; re in suspense
That's the cause of tension; in us immense

Instead of helping each other; are out of sense
What legacy; we're leaving behind on the fence
Will be very fragile; & bleak with small offence
Think; something to begin with healing process

Level of thinking; falling below mediocre level
Will be the cause of destruction; and upheaval
Imagine repercussions; prior that way we travel
Dig in your mind with virtual scrapper and shovel

No one will survive with its disastrous effects
Anyone thinking; will be spared of its affects
Living in fools paradise with mental defects
Come back to origin; with folding hands I beg!