Red comes from blood
And the wood that once was a tree
Life is naught but murder
If only you could see
In the World we live today
We do everything to survive
Crush others souls, yes
On them we thrive
What of the beggar in the street
What of the hungry soul
You say the world is smaller
Why can't we help them all
Those people in the streets
And those hungry souls
And the one legged man
And the blinds who fall
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
