4 Million

By maliceman

4 million sighs I have sighed in my life
Yet no one will cry on the night that i die

4 million scars on the arms of the misunderstood
Riddled with guilt, and thought of as no good

4 million soldiers have died in our wars
The greed of our leaders, fighting for more

4 million children dying at birth
Too many unfit parents live on this Earth

4 million granules of sand in the hourglass of time
We live and we die, no reason or rhyme

4 million dreams that never came true
no entity surrounds us, and we don't have a clue

4 million voices all chanting along
4 million who know this world has gone wrong

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Copyright 2011 maliceman
Published on Thursday, November 23, 2017.     Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Sunday, September 25, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    You got that just about right friend. Nice message.

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