The Miracle Of Living

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I remember when I was young; the streets were clean..
Let me rephrase that, the streets were crime free..
We all had enough to live by,
We called it ' to be content'
I walk outside my house and cough;
Man!..the air is no longer as innocent as it use to be.
We have achieved the impossible, fresh air is no longer odorless ...
I think I can now vividly describe the scent of ' fresh air' ... (cough!!)
War is another demon in disguise..
Damn!...why?
People now have to die in battle to save their families..damn!
My brave neighbor was once a soldier and now he is disabled and nobody cares to honor him for his efforts..not even I...damn!
I guess am too busy looking for my next home because any minute now my house and everything in it could be bombed ..damn!
Soon if we don't address this issue living will be considered a miracle..damn!
Now people are committing suicide.. damn!
What have we done..we have destroyed GOD's creation...
People now kill pupils....#gunviolence...
If you don't possess knowledge ask GOD and it shall be given don't kill innocent children because of your lack of understanding.
Everyone gets bad grades...it's called living as a human being... don't kill please...damn!
I know it is never too late to change..
We can bring back odorless fresh air..
We can have election and when we win or lose,
we could still be friends and/or a family..
Let's put away our nuclear weapons
And light up the spirit of oneness and love .
Let's stop gun violence and bring tranquility to our worried pupils.
Let's appreciate people who do great things and correct those who error...
I am not wise but I think what am saying makes some sense ...if not then am sorry I wasted your time..
We are born, we learn , we break what we learn, we mend what we break, we mature and in time we become wise..what we learn we teach and what we teach is taught and becomes principles..we all error but we can also fix.

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