All our children crying
Their stomaches are relying
But their parent's are fighting
With the stress of surviving
So many elderly relying
On food for suviving
Now they are dieing
Religion is always fighting
Their path they are denying
God's belief their not applying
Politician are denying
Every politician is lieing
That wealth is denying
On people surviving
The rich are laughing
Their antics are corrupting
With power they are weilding
Their greed is undenying
The world is crying
Our world is dieing
Colin Bradley
It reads and moves forward with the sound of crying in-between the lines, a characteristic of the writing style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great write.statements so worth making.