Hello everyone! This is my poem after editing....
So far, so empty
In schools, as children learn,
those books tell tales,
of heroes around the world.
For some, they become the idols,
for others, they are none.
And as they grow, so grows their mind,
but nothing has brought them into the light.
For lessons of terror that they've learnt,
they choose to go for a human hunt.
Far away on another land,
the innocent beings are so many,
its a war between the good and the evil,
But alas, everyone uses a different dictionary.
Note: i believe that, the answer to this chaos is the beginning of good education. This poem is all about it. How after each class, in schools and colleges, we grow up but if morals are not taught well, then there's no progress in the child's development, leading him to the wrong places...