That Song.

I awake from my nights sleep.
Into another worldly day.
I look out off my bedroom window.
And see.
Skies of grey.
Clouds coloured black.
Temperature cold.
Flowers withered and dead.
Wars still happen.
Greed has won.
There is still rich and poor.
Murders haven’t stopped.
Hate still around.
And i think to myself.
What not a wonderful world.