Seventy- One
Seven Continents One Problem
Seven Days in week and still not
One Cure.
Give
Give food
Give love
Give life
To the unfortunate.
Millions of lives
Are cut, short
Because of all the so called lies
That we have nothing to give
Not knowing that across
The globe somewhere
Adults, Children, and Babies
Are suffering everywhere.
Seven Continents One Problem
Seven Days in a week and still not
One Cure.
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