Poems about Health

What is the worth of a thousand seconds? What is the worth of an hour? It is what it is. 
I visit my market morning, noon, eve, To look but not touch the vendor’s rich wares;
I ask myself how long will this LAST?  It could be minutes or hours just like in the past.
In a world full of possibility, all I see is hate. In a land of freedom, so many feel oppressed,
till the limbs can't breathe stepping, always continuing time is freely yours
I keep thinking that someone needs to pay What can i do to make that happen
Tell Me Why America   You brag about our fight for justice
How does the narration convey the idea that Meursault is a simple man to the reader? He’s not  He’s not 
all the pain gets bottled up inside soon, you will explode. that is what I did, 
it's 11:58 and i can't sleep, glitter is coming out of my eyes and it's cutting them open