The world is broken
Into many pieces
Shattered
The peices are made of war, lies, hate and Blood
But the people they cry
For Love, Shelter and Hope
Nobody understands that this world
Is made to be broken
Some bleed to see if they're alive
Some die for nothing because they have nothing
And they realize that this world is pathetic and dieing Fast
We hunger for so much
What we desire,...shouldn't be too much to ask for
But right now it's more than money can buy
Without money we're not aloud to have what we need to live
The world is broken, nobody can fix it
We will continue to hunger because it's too much to ask for
A contest entry
- but... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 28, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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to be able to rid the world of the cancer of greed - wouldn't this be a great glue to start piecing things back together?
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Indeed your words are so true and this truth is yet quite bitter one..thank you so much for entering my contest.....
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