These Lives
Look, at these lives, we see today.
Everyday we pray,
That they are ok.
You can never say that your life is so bad,
They will get very sad.
They don’t get as much food,
So, don’t be so rude.
We need to pray for these lives.
These Lives
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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