Mad
people make me sick, and people make me mad,
just look at the world, it really is so sad,
we got people dying, day in day out,
come on people its really time to shout,
stop the killing, and stop the war,
as it seems to me, we are just killing the poor,
what do we tell our children when they ask one day,
ask why their dad is gone, gone away to stay,
its all religion and nothing new,
it really makes me sick, i really want to spew,
these words of mine come from my heart,
but they wont mean a thing, if we dont make a start,
i only want to help the world,
and stop some poor people, people from getting shelled,
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2009
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