Our World Dies
Our world dies when Politicians don't heed the
cries of its constituents,
Their decisons to favor affluence over the plight
of the people, questions their belief in God, and
Houses of worship adorned with steeples,
Our world dies when crime is allowed to
go on incessantly,
When pleasantries and decorum have been left by the
wayside, our world dies,
It become lifeless unable to resuscitate,
Our World dies.....If no one does nothing,
It will be too late.
Copyright © Margeret Bailey | Year Posted 2011
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