Nick Veasey Poems

A world of hurt, a world of pain
Where money fuels power, beauty and name
How much is a life truly worth?
Does business really value our mother earth?
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I am the eagle soaring free,
I am the dreams I long to see,
I am the truth behind the lies,
Watch me roam high, above the pale blue skies.
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Someone tell me why fortune favours the brave.
Tell me why in life, as in death I remain a slave.
The rich and selfish relax in mansions
Whilst the poor rot in slums.
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Everything you see before you now,
From skinny arms to furrowed brow,
Judge me not, for what you don't see,
Is the passion that fills me and drives me to be.
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