Hey guys hope you're liking this book by now. This is another poem of mine. That i wrote ages ago and just found. Hope you like it.
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It makes no sense,
How we can sit on the fence.
And not give a pence,
To these grown men who are tense.
Mothers who are trying to pry away,
Her kids who are crying.
As hunger and thirst start to kick in.
The snow is settling, kids are snuggling.
Praying tomorrow will be better.
These children will never learn to read and write.
What happened to the human rights?!
We should practice what we preach
But all we do is cross over and turn an eye.
Trying not to watch as they disappear into the night.
It makes no sense,
How we can sit on the fence.
And not give a pence,
To these grown men who are tense.
They brace themselves as the day starts to slow,
On a wet face a tear never shows.
As the parents weaken in the snow.
Another child tries to enjoy the show and,
Her mother tells her not to slow.
No roof over their head,
And cardboard for a bed.
Empty tummies still waiting to be fed,
Most wishing they were dead.
It makes no sense,
How we can sit on the fence.
And not give a pence,
To these grown men who are tense.
Why do we allow this mess?
What would it be like to live with less?
Could we do it with much success?
How do they do it-the homeless?
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