Small angels fly to heaven way too soon,
While parents walk around with their faces painted blue.
What more can we do
About the violence happening around here?
Blood stains the street corners.
Crowds filled with depressed mourners
'Cause grief has torn
Them apart, driving them to tears.
In this world, there are so many unknowns.
It feels better when there's a God to follow,
Or have someone to hold
When darkness tries to cave in.
This is the world we live in,
And we're going to need a whole lot of hope to fix it.
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2020: The Poetry Collection
PoetryAlright. In the year of 2020, many things have taken placed. From a pandemic to Black Lives Matter protests. To people losing their jobs and entering depression. These have been some pretty trying times, but it has given me inspiration. It has inspi...
