The Worlds Problems
Like elephant stomping on the grave
They show no love and they say no pain no gain
Blood stains on the grown peoples names put in vain
Tombstones all around with familiar names
Your brothers your sisters
People you know are waiting for you to help them but you say that you cant be everyone hero
Copyright © Keishonna Wilbourn | Year Posted 2016
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