Too bad I write sad poems?

Too bad I write sad poems?
Back in my nation, hate is still being peddled for power.
At a lot places on the planet, fear runs rampant.
Families being torn apart, innocents murdered.
Selfishness, greed and other vices heighten full power.
Knowledge being distorted, dumbness celebrated, worrying predictions seem ready to be proven true.
If one had to worry, one would have a plate full.
A plate full of fears and anger and anguish and a glass full of tears too.

Too bad if I write sad poems too often ?

So what if my family too can't get along well sometimes?
Issues unresolved, troubled by a tough past, toughened by the distance of present times.
We're still trying.
And that's what matters alright.
That will always be of prime importance.
To keep trying.
To make an effort.
The rest can be left to faith.
And the will to handle, to bear, to solve and to overcome, anything that comes our way.
Anything and everything that comes our way.

Let's not be too troubled.
Let's not give up.
We have but one life.
Let's live it up.

- United Kingdom January 2018. Sitting in the Kent community center reading about Bhima Koregaon violence in a newspaper publication.