The Unfortunate Truth

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    The Unfortunate Truth

    As I sit and stare out the window,
    I see all the girls and boys keep passing by;
    and all the grown-ups are old and tired by this time.
    So they dont even try to stop,
    the fighting and pillaging in the streets.

    The kids just run and run on by.
    They were born into this life
    and this life is how they'll die.

    Cause these girls and these boys are all going to live or die in ths life
    and all we can do is watch in immense despair.

    So I lie there in bed
    and try to get some sleep,
    but I always am awake
    from all the screaming in the streets.

    Cause these girls and these boys are all going to live or die in ths life
    and all we can do is watch in immense despair.

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    sweetlips commented on The Unfortunate Truth

    05-14-2009

    I can relate to this after living in new york. good writing

    Tray4 commented on The Unfortunate Truth

    04-28-2009

    aaaaaaaaant wrong anwser there is Hope in Jesus and if they choose him They are no longer accursed.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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