This World

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December 2007

This world is a broken place

I’m sure of it 

but the rest of my life

I shall spend on the mending path                                                                     

a lost soul soldier

of this human race                                                                                     

keeping pace

with the forces of dark

and destructive hearts                                                       

who look out

for just number one

not one love                                                                                         

as I wish everyone would do

how about you?                                                                                

Will you just sit back

and watch the unraveling                                                                         

nation vs. nation

father vs. son                                                                                              

some say the worlds ending

but we’ve only begun                                                                              

I know there’s some goodness

in everyone’s heart                                                                     

some choose it ignore it

and push us apart                                                                                      

but we all bleed the same blood 

we breath the same air

sing the same sad songs                                                                                

and know it’s not fair

when some of hunger                                                                     

some throw away food

we turn off CNN                                                                                    

when it sours

our mood.                                                                                                                       

But the channels don’t matter

who needs a TV                                                                            

when it doesn’t concern us

what our eyes don’t see.                                                                            

Some eyes don’t see homelessness

and despair                                                                                   

but beyond the white picket fence

it’s still there.                                                                           

Mogadishu to Gaza 

Port-au-Prince to Baghdad                                                                                                                   

and hell south of the border, 

we think we’ve got it bad?                                                                                                                   

Tsunamis and famine

malaria, aids                                                                                                

and death and destruction

in the wake of air raids.                                                                   

This world’s not an Xbox

and war’s not a game                                                                             

some good people die

on both sides just the same.                                                                    

Fathers and daughters

mothers and sons                                                                                       

and when it’s all over

just who’s really won?                                                                      

Whatsoever you do to

the least of my people”                                                                              

are the words that we hear

from beneath the steeple                                                                      

yet some choose to shun those

who differ in kind                                                                              

for their sake I hope

that their savior is blind.                                                                               

To kill is to kill and

to steal is to steal                                                                                                     

no matter the guise

or the noble appeal.        

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