Thursday, September 8, 2011

Hard life. Much strife.

When did the world become so bitter cold?
A warm heart frozen by the world's hard truth.
We praise the cruel and we curse the old.
We do not demand kindness from our youth


Beyond our noses we refuse to see
Self serving and thoughtless we have been
Gratify, Pacify. Instantly.
For peace, light and truth we must look within


The world remains a jumbled mess of hate
Tempered by the sacrifice of the few
Street-solider, child's hunger: neither can wait.
You must give freely and I must give too


This is not an easy life we lead
we must search for compassion among the greed.

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