It's what makes Angels cry
When children look up to the sky
And ask for salvation from the world
When the pity of it what is held
Without finding their own chance in life
When the injustice of it is rife
Do you stand and stare the world down
Or just shrug and not utter a sound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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