'A Little Love' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

What little bit of love you need,
hard to imagine a world with no peace.
Wrought with famine; can't get a new lease,
looks like we've succumbed to war and disease.

Could most of the hatred be put to ease?
I mean, every religion has their own priests.
Every morning our 'new presses' release,
drugs, guns, & murder 1's; are on the increase.


Despite the cup running over, amazement's never cease,
we're taking things for granted, still controlled by the beast.
Love does exist though found piece by piece,
but if you want to see it, you must still believe.