From locus to landmines their lives are hell,
From disease and hunger they suffer; it's not hard to tell.
From young to old, big to small, they all live under povertie's spell.
And you'd think the UN's relief machine would be in full drive,
You'd think more would hear their cires.
Every day the skin gets tighter,
Around their arms,
Around their waist,
Around their soul,
Such a waste.
A waste of a life that could have been saved.
But little help comes as the skin grown tighter,
Trapping their soul in a world of misery.
If we continue to allow this waste,
This ineficiency,
This valunessless of human life,
If we continue to throw lives in the trash can,
The abyss of human life,
Can we still call ourselves,
And truly believe ourselves,
When we say,
That we're one nation,
Under God?
Author notes
Ok, I'm performing this at a poetry slam tomorrow afternoon, so any critical comments would be much appreciated. Thanks =)
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Verry Good
Wow that was cool it was interesting . I like it keep it up
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Every day the skin gets tighter,
Around their arms,
Around their waist,
Around their soul,
Such a waste.
A waste of a life that could have been saved.
I like this alot
just society and all of the crap ontop of that.
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