When there's a problem with life
we sit down and cry
when we bring out the knife
we look to the sky
think of peace and the heavens
that lay out above
and think of the the girl of eleven
who brought out the gun
life gets much worse
day by day
more kids life convert
their own lives they slay
but why do we deal
with other things?
when we don't know the real
stuff that life brings
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My Poem Collection
PoetryA Collection of some poems that i have written. Some will range from war and rage to beauty and peace. Will be updated when i can.
