my heart bleeds
for all this evil deeds
to the good seeds
they cry
they try
yet they die
so many question why
the good suffer by
while the evil continue to lie
and ride high
yet we all die
i didnt decide to be born
i dont know when i'll be gone
all just let my maker carry on
to this evils, am tired and prone
...and then i will die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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