Quality Of Curiosity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitar plucking, sounding like a harp being played soothingly,
wallowing upon the stage as music is going around the mall.

Quality of curiosity takes the hand of a mere poet, bringing
in landscapes of humanity, showing the caring people really
do have.

Despite situations, hate and corruption that has torn our
government around, cruel, mean, selfish and greedy, wanting
a new world order.

That idea has been played over and over in many other countries
and failing every time, having no success because humanity is
inherently enclosed in a sacredness called freedom and liberty.