What, Me Worry
What, Me Worry
(17 Percent Approval)
Miracle Man
January 2024
A world criminal element
has stolen our way of living.
Our hearts have empty spaces
God placed there for forgiving.
Massive protest is the chosen way
of enacting wanted change.
Like desk papers we see our lives
in a state of disarrange.
Political decisions are not made
for the good of one and all.
They can’t agree on the season
one says spring, the other fall.
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