Thistle Wargul


Depression - Poem by Thistle Wargul

Poverty across the land,
People that cannot stand up to their rights.
We’ll help them win the fight!

Children crying of hunger,
Every bone in their body does show.
Of food, there’s none.
The water diseased.
The stifling air is full of desperation.

A dead body in the street.
Illness in everyone we meet.
No hospitals,
No medicine.
The world is hardened cause so much of this is happening.

Poverty across the land,
People that cannot stand up to their rights.
We’ll help them win the fight!

This is where the terrorists,
Scheme and plot their filthy plans.
Punishing,
And just blaming,
Only the poor and uncared for defenceless ones.

We can help them win.
Give gifts towards their plight.
No matter how large,
No matter how small,
Every single little unnoticed penny counts.

Poverty across the land,
People that cannot stand up to their rights.
We’ll help them win the fight!

We’ll help them win the fight.

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Comments about Depression by Thistle Wargul

  • Rookie - 3 Points Emily Oldham (9/13/2008 1:03:00 PM)

    Very touching. It brought a tear to my eye... Yes, we'll help win the fight! Thanks
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011


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