Why does it not get any worst? We let the world down at our feet. We have been hurt for so long. We've been done so wrong. We still can't stand strong. That's why the sun shines bright. Well, only some can see the daylight. Well,only some. I'll be happy when the change come. Why does it not get any worst? Why are we Hungry? Why are we greedy? Why are we so desperate? Why do us feel so much hatred? Why so much blood shed? Why so many innocent dead? Everyday I try to ask the Lord for my daily bread. Well,some people on the streets instead. They got that ego in thier head.
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Mosiah Lore's Poetry
PoesíaThis Is My Poetry. I published 12 poems. If you enjoyed my poetry stay Tuned. #poetry
