You told me lies
Lies about the world
So when I grew up I was surprised
Surprised at all the pain
All the suffering
I was ashamed
At human greed
Adultery
Use of drugs and weed
You said the world was a nice place
But I’m now ashamed at the human race
For ignoring migrants
And I’m lucky for having a nice birthplace
Yet still so many suffer
Lost their farther
Lost their mother
I sleep at night in a nice bed
Yet so many sleep in dirt
At very best they sleep in broken sheds
- Author: Anonamus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 19th, 2016 14:37
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments1
that's pretty deep thanks for sharing that with us
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