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"