As I Wait For the World To Change
Waiting for the world to change
But change, it does not.
As I open a magazine
Turn on the TV
All I am faced with
Is hunger, fear, and hate
The look in a hungry child’s eyes
Is more than I can bear to see
The fear on the woman’s face
Not knowing where she will go
How she will feed
Those hungry mouths
And the hate so evident
Across the sand and seas.
I bow my head
And raise my hands
As I wait
For the world to change.
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