Prayers

This day in age, it always seems

The world is bursting at its seams.

Brothers dying,

Mothers crying,

The most bloodshed that heaven's seen.

Rapes and bombings everyday..

It's not supposed to be this way.

Mothers bury children before thay grow old

And their stories are never told. 

Who could've known that people 

Like you, like me,

Could be so cold?

What happened to the love we're supposed to share?

People say we've moved forward,

But the proof's not there.

If we want to forgive and live as one

We must stand together 

To erase the damge we've done.

 

 

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Our world
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