Whenever I look around

Whenever I look around, I see no joy,
I look around to see, people hating each other,
They curse; they blame and kill each other,
Is this God’s will, or just his ploy?
Whenever I look around, I see no joy.

I look around to see, burning houses,
Bodies of people moving in a sham,
In coffins of dead people they make a scam,
Leaving their relatives with no tears to cry,
Whenever I look around, I see no joy.

I wake up to a dark sun, and a light so strange,
No power to deal with, my body so drained,
Am I really His child or just a toy?
Whenever I look around, I see no joy.

Has the world been a bad place since creation?
Or is it just my imagination?
Why is everything so arid and so dry?
Whenever I look around, I see no joy.

Life can be beautiful, so have I heard,
Never have seen though, nor have experienced.
Is it always about our "own" happiness and joy? But,
Whenever I look around, I see no joy.

Tears of blood, cries of anger,
Annihilation, deaths, hatred, we don’t want any longer,
Love can be the language, it can lead us the way,
To show us a new light and a new day,
Open up happiness, don’t stay coy, so that
Whenever we look around, we see nothing, but joy!