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Out in this world , this hell
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Out in this world , this hell |
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
Out in the world, I can barely believe Out in the world the suffering I see That each day so many people die So many that now this day there are no tears left to cry It feels that of the help we give, our efforts reach few Feels all our relief and aid never gets there, help from me and you See their suffering, feel their pain, look at the victims Look truly look don’t turn away, they stare back with gaunt hollow eyes Listening always for bit of hope, while sadly they are told only lies. Walk among them, offer a hand, be a friend They do what they can until the inevitable end They live but barely hanging by a thread With all they have to suffer again and again, many wish to be dead You want to see our future; you want to see our hope, the little ones old beyond their years See them, see the people see the children, those faces not one shows despair They are ready; the young should be our faith, yet we ignore when if we looked into an innocent mind, Then a solution we might maybe find Only through the young can we expect to look to the future, and rise to meet the challenges of the present It’s in their faces, if you notice, they ask they beg they plea, to stop: the message they send We do nothing wrong yet you hurt us, we ask for forgiveness yet you disgrace us, You harm destroy and massacre yet we raise no fuss All our people must die, just because of your held grudge Despite the coming doom we ask, we dream we hope we nudge Ones in power threaten and bully, risk our lives; it’s not our fight Yet still we are the ones who pay in blood, who sacrifice In Rwanda, Darfur, Somalia, Sierra Leone, México The rebels argue, they fight, do more harm than good Bring war not peace, backlash not amnesty, instead they could Leave alone; give us our freedom, instead of our nightmare They say that it’s for the people they help, but about us they don’t care Were too lowly to be people, yet high enough to serve But they said they fought for our people they have nerve. Each time it never really stops not now not ever It’s an old tirade; always we are kicked down so low we won’t ever rise, goes on forever Learn though, always wary, not off guard, not sad when we say goodbyes Each one-desire dream that the ones leaving aren’t and will stay, so it can be us who goes away. This world we live in this hell. Long ago out in this world our spirit broke, we fell. Never to be at the top, never will it stop. |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Hey rhia_5779, Very interesting first post! It leaves you pondering some difficult questions… I’d love to see more like this one but I’m sure you have plenty of different and even more amazing poems in store for us to read, not that this one isn’t already very amazing! Thanks so much for sharing it with us I really enjoyed reading your perspective. And by the way welcome to piptalk! I hope you enjoy the site, I know that I have… I look forward to reading more from you in the near future  @-->--- |
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
Hey thanks, glad you liked. Showed it to a friend of mine, and she liked it too. Wanted to see how it would fly with other people not my friends and family. There is more stuff by me, remembering is by me, also How do i say i am sorry is by me. |
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aliway Member
since 2006-03-05
Posts 185With in your eyes |
I love your poem. It’s different from the others. I love the topic you have it on. Great job! *Leah |
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