We turn our heads
From sights of destruction;
Believing we can't change the world.
We act deaf
To the truth;
Easie to believe
Such don't exist.
Day after day,
We go through
The same motions;
Putting on a smile -
But what of those
Who are given no reason to smile?
What of those
Who's desperate cries
Are left unanswsered?
One may not
Be able to change the world;
But sometimes,
All one's life asks of the world
Is change.
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