I see a child lying there,
She's sleeping without a care,
I see her mother crying,
Her youngest son is dying.
Third world - No world,
Everyone can see,
That the only thing that matters,
Is that everyone is free.
I see a man in the park,
Lying on a bench in the dark,
I see a rich man walking by,
He won't see the poor man die.
Rich world - Poor world,
Everyone can see,
That the only thing that matters,
Is that everyone is free.
I see a vision of tomorrow,
It's filled with so much sorrow,
I see a vision of yesterday,
It's just as bad as today.
Old world - New world,
It's all just the same,
The only thing that matters,
Is that everyone's to blame.
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The Book of Dreams
PoetryFrom my first efforts to get published as a teenager, to some of the things I have thought about during University... experiences of Death and loss, as well as drunken poetry rambles. Poetry helps me to think about things that are happening in life...
