We Want

There are so many things
That we want.

We want to be loved,
To be respected,
To be known,
To be accepted.
We want to be strong,
To be brave,
To be free,
Not slaves.

But we are slaves.
Slaves to the world we made,
Slaves to half-broken promises,
And we'll never be free,
Because, to our wants,
We are simply slaves.

We want to be seen,
To be adored,
To be heard,
Not ignored.
We want to be happy,
To be joyous and glad,
To be ever-smiling,
But still, we are sad.

There are so many things
That we want.