Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Poem

I feel bad for the people of morrow
For they will feel only sadness and sorrow
For the people of now
Just don't know how
To care for one another
I dought they ever will so our fate will not recover

I wrote this poem about the greed and selfishness of the world today. The people who would walk by a person in need.

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