Too much heartbreak, Too much bloodshed,
Too many children scared to go to bed,
Too many murders,
Too much food in the richest larders,
Not enough to go round to the poor,
Too many bullets - here come more,
Too many hypocrites, Too many tyrants,
Too many protest with crying chants,
Too much torture, Too much hurt,
Too many people buried in the dirt,
YOU ARE READING
sunshine under your ribs
Poetrynot everyone has good days. poetry, from yours truly.
