The World

Not sure if this can be classified as a poem. It's kinda like a conversation between two people or a mental struggle. Never quite considered it finished. At the moment when I was thinking about the last two lines the dogs next door started barking. A bit similar to a scene in "the Green Fool".

The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.