So much violence in the world,
Yet we only focus on the frivolous nothings
That occupy our unspent time.
What of the children alone in the streets?
They cry for their mothers, fathers, brothers,
All dead for lack of any empathy.
What of the children scared of the world?
They would rather die by their own hand
Than face a life in our cruel world.
Why, then, do we dwell upon the unimportant
And let them all suffer without help?
Are we so selfish as to let another die alone?
Is there no hope, then, that some far off day
A person might have a glimmer of inspiration
And show kindness to his fellow man?
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Peeking Through the Window
ŞiirA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
