I've seen enough
Don't want to see no more
I heard enough
Don't want to hear no more
I live among the poor
My heart is tore
For us
Children play
With a rock in the street
Laughing and singing
Like they own this beat
Don't care if they'll eat
Began to realize
With just a little imagination
We can make everything special
We can make everything neat
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (The Word Witch)12/16/17
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