My Views Poem by timothy mercurio

how is the world possible for one to see when there is so much pullution for that i can see, we live in a world a world of decieve when at all possible for that when america says the world is mine and there i had mine atleast i have proved to be more moved when i find american lies that threads on pollution and makes me to see something i can not see for a 3rd world view on what do i believe china is not a 3rd world! omg i believe i have fought my way to haze of misguidings and possible deniabilty's i there for stand on the front line of my self which lies in a crate of lies why is this possible where so many are hurt and misjudged all because they are not rich or elected why do i have to take this and all their corrupted ways.

i lived in a hole that when i was found there was nothing left but a spit of a soul.

i thought of a way where i can feel so much as i tried i could not steal! .

how can i be there when i am not here how can i stay when i can not obey: