Sometimes I just want to shout
About this world and its failings about
With Terrorists stabbing in London Town
And gunfire for some is the only sound
And we who have it all
Look down on the people scratching a living in the call
And we donate a meet pittance to them
When death is so near in the end.
I wonder if there is any peace on earth
When we gather together and sing for all that it's worth
People wonder at the world and the good things
But all it seems is death and destruction it brings.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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