something in this world is going terribly awry
and i know why
because the ones in silk don't give a damn about the nameless ones
but they all claim our problems are due to the blameless ones
they cry not for the mother who just lost her last living daugther
and a marage is the only source of safe drinking water
as the homeless ones lose their shoes and their pride
to the ones with a brand new Mercedes Benz as their latest ride
something in this world is going terribly wrong
because a sanctimonious choir is singing a horribly un-harmonious song
and the helpless ones can't find a place where they truly belong
and i'd carry all the guilt upon my shoulders but i ain't that strong
little in this world is making any kind of sense
because hurricanes are blowing away fragile canvas tents
while the rich ones rest easy behind their white picket fence
and believe me, none of them can offer any kind of viable defense
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Little bird in my yard
he sprang, with out guard.
His foot is mending
his wings now bending.
Flying up and away
his little feet still fra.
He spent three days
in my garage.
His little life
almost a marage.
Yet now he flys
up toward bright blue skies.
Oh my what do I see,
clearing my eyes.
Here he comes
right back towards me.
Linda Terrell
November 11, 2009
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