Eloquence (A Poetry Book)

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It's a good thing we don't know about all the hurt and all the pain.

If we knew it all,

We would all surely be crying.

There's too much,

There so much,

That it could fill our oceans and flood our rivers.

What if we knew every crime committed at every second?

What would we think of this world,

That we grew up thinking was safe.

We would barley be able to crawl out of bed,

Or go downstairs in the middle of the day with a flashlight.

It's a good thing we don't know about all the hurt and all the pain.

Because if we did,

We would all surely crumble.

Because if we did,

We would all surely cry.