Sunday, November 6, 2011
The World Before Me
As I look at the world before me so much self destruction I see. I look to the right of me, see the homeless struggling. Walking up to everyone simply begging. No one caring. Forget about sharing. Everyone's concern is me, me, me.
As I look at the world before me, so much corruption I see. Who cares about the black male teenager who gets murdered by the police, or the little girl who gets kidnapped and isn't thought of by the media just because she isn't little blue eyed, curly haired "Susy".
As I look at the world before me so much lust I see. Women arguing over who's man is he; and the man just sitting back and laughing, while we as women are acting totally and utterly degrading. Don't take the problem to the woman you see, take to the him, because nine times out of ten she didn't know that it was you, him, AND she.
As I look at the world before me so much hate I see. What happened to the days of congradulating each other? Helping out your sister or brother? Being there to love one another. Using the advice giving from your mother and father when they said treat yourself as you would treat others. Now all you get is "Oh, its not going to work." People dragging your name through the dirt, all because they can't compete. Is this what it's all about; really?
As I look at the world before me so much lossness I see. Babies having babies. Mama's baby, daddies maybe's. Children funerals growing at alarming rates, because the parents aren't being parents they still want to go outside and play, not caring if they children has eaten, or bathed for the day. All I can do is pray.
As I look at the world before me, eyes non blinking, as tears fall steady. Head hung low, heart so heavy. Arms reached out for those who are ready to embrace the love and hugs to help deminish the pain away. Ears ready to listen to those problem burdening the mind, take your time. Release your mind.
As I look at the world before me. The silence is deafing. Why? Because no matter how loud someone is yelling..no one is listening.
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