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The Inhuman Race
Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires, Lust in our eyes, burning with fire. Rebuilding ambition in every man, Casting aside what we don’t understand. Taking for granted things oh so small, Attention to detail no problem at all. Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much, Headlong too eager, always we rush. Advice never headed, its such a chore, Arguments, crime, murder and war. Easing our wanting anyway at all, Living a riddle without metaphors. Innocent children turned septic inside, Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes. Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest, Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest. We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more, Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door. We are strong enough to care, much more than we do, To make that difference to me, them and you. The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin, Time ticking by, we end then begin. Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face, Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race?? ©.L.Kelly
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