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CALL
ME ANYTHING….
How
can you call me a Poet,
When
my words do not even rhyme!
How
can you call me a Poet,
When
my words will only turn into a crime!
How
can you call me a Poet,
When
my words do not mention one word!
About
the words that Poets use to mislead you,
Into
one terrible life!
But
if my words were to rhyme,
Will
you use them like they were divine!
Or
would you use my words,
To
create a new crime!
For
my words are meant for one reason,
And
they are written to clarify each word!
Words
are meant for one reason,
To
invent things that are so clear!
For
every poem that was written,
Did
not make sense to me!
For
how can a poem be given,
To
a lover in your dreams?
For
as each poem that is written,
Not
one poem will return!
A
favor that will be given,
As
each word will be heard!
But
millions will never hear,
A
word that I will write!
By
the time my words are mentioned,
Millions
will have died!
But
how can 16,000 children die each day,
And
not one word will be heard!
In
each and every poem that was written,
While
the humans live on the Earth!
But
as our governments allow this,
They
are the ones who have created this place!
While
16,000 children are starving,
And
dying each and every day!
For
the ones that you did not vote to control your Nation,
You
will only see your children die!
As
the food will cost a fortune,
Where
no child can survive!
But
our governments should be the ones that are starving,
While
letting their own children die!
And
they should be the ones that should be dying,
Instead
of our children who want to survive!
But
as each day that is given,
For
the ones to rule their World within!
You
will see your own children dying,
And
there is nowhere to begin!
For
as the ruthless hearts kill your children,
Not
one poem will mention them this way!
For
they are the ones that should be charged for murder,
For
killing children this way!
But
how can children be dying,
When
food can be given to them?
But
by the time your dinner arrives,
16,000
children would have died a terrible sin!
But
as my words will become a crime,
For
the governments within!
They
will find every word that was written,
Was
to control them instead!
For
as each human releases their own confession,
To
allow their own children to die within!
A
home that has no food to be given,
In
any home the governments have shed!
But
let me tell you one story,
And
it is not a poem for the World to read!
For
as each word that will be read,
Is
supposed to give back to the children who do not believe!
For
they have lost hope in their own Nation,
While
they watched their own parents die!
In
a war that was given to millions,
For
their own children to die!
But
as each human gets weaker,
While
watching their own children die!
It
should be a crime given to the governments,
For
all of them to die….
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"PLEASE TRANSLATE MY WORDS, INTO YOUR LANGUAGE, AND PUT YOUR NAME, ON YOUR POEM, AND POST YOUR POEM ALL OVER, THE WORLD...."
"PLEASE DO IT, WITHOUT TRANSLATING IT...."
Written by the President of !
No
Copyrights©2011
No Copyrights are for
the whole World to
read AND TO USE….
