The world today is in such a mess,
life's pace is fast,
there is so much stress.
Every day, there seems to be,
a tragedy, or a war,
that there will be a tomorrow,
of that, no one can be sure.
It's a world of space shuttles,
cars, and cellular phones,
yet there are millions,
who live, without a home.
No food, no money,
or clothes for their back,
but so called developed countries,
can spend billions on an enemy,
that they want to attack.
Perhaps one day,
his wealth, man will learn to share,
then everyone can live their lives,
and bring up their children,
in happiness, without a care.
~Tango~
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