Jen H. Poet I do not know?

Never-Ending Battle

Some come and go 
Without much fight
But this one we know
Never sleeps at night

You see suffering and pain across their face
As you think isn’t there a better place?
They walk away, and will never confess
While that poor kid is still a mess

Good and Evil
Dark and Light
Bully and Victim
Not much difference right?

They’re the outcasts 
They stand alone
For them the war lasts
For now they are on their own

You may not be a difference to the world
But to one kid you are a world of a difference
Up river those kids paddle
Perhaps with your help through this never-ending battle

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Christopher Ferguson January 1, 2009 at 11:59 PM Society creates it's own victims in this way. Unfortunately outcasts are just used to feed others who are lucky enough to live as something "greater" in places like grade school. Everyone is equal but they are stripped of chance without hope. This poem hits close to home. Thanks for posting it.

Derrick Burton January 1, 2009 at 2:10 PM dont believe everything you hear kid, about the success of ones words all the way to his personal illness which he put out there. Man has no power but over the earth and the rest is up to god, which pours his wisdom into the ears of listeners. great poem. Who ever you are talkin bout in this poem, you make them sound helpless and depleted, or destined only by the fate of man.