God help this world-

Going, Falling, Tumbling into hell
Giving up on life, it's  all about  wealth.
Greasy hands are an artifact,
Greying hair is a child's trauma,
Grieving mothers of homeless children,
Guttered rivers and treeless mountains,
Gasoline is the new water.

God-oh-god,  help this world.

Generosity is a rarity,
Geniuses are scared of
Government puppteering,
Groceries are luxuries,
Gems are a necessity,
Geography  has lost boundaries,
Genes are holocaustic weapons.

God-please-god, help this world.

Grudges are more important to withhold than
Grievances being solved in court,
Gangs run the world from
Ground underneath,
Gruesome sells more with
Gun point as it's forebearer,
Giants in money, always making more.

God,  the only hope, save this world.

Great question to ask though-
God, is he real?
Gee-For he wouldn't let the world run amok...

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A/N:

I'd like to clarify that the last statement is not to raise fingers at anyone's  religious beliefs, it is purely a question, moreso on the side of philosophy, and not any kind of accusation.

For today, I've  tried  a very different  kind of Free Verse, which has each line starting with the same alphabet (obviously you've noticed it). I have no clue why I chose G, but since it came to my mind, I said, why not  just do it.

There is a specific pattern hidden in this poem, associated with the said letter. Did you find it? Tell me if you did!