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Why?


As i settle down a why comes to me;

why are there so much anger in this world?

I know some answers but their all in a bind, in this wicked thing we call our mind.

Sometimes you look up and see peace and joy, and other times you feel a constant void.

The world is going through a change, but if you think about it, they think its a game.

Telling you how much money you can make, But all the while they are deciding your fate,

with this stimulus package, boy what a joke, its the little man that still remains broke,

Sure the money is out there for you to make, but the things you go through the mess you take, one job is not enough because society instills your children with this petty stuff.

You got to have this, you got to have that! come volunteer this, pay for that, but i just paid mortgage, gas, light , now there's another bill coming your way. 

Give us the time to make things right before you make our minds ask WHY!!

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