Staring into space thinking about life
For some reason its not living up 2 all of the hype
Is it the bad parts taking over the good
Or could it be that the way of life should be understood
Mst accept the good as well the bad
But when disiaster strikes it leaves people sad
Laving some homeless, looking for their next meal
But yet troops are fighting still
America is becoming something never imagined
It was supposed to be pretty like a beauty pageant
But yet it looks as if it were barely floating among the Pitts of hell
When this life is over know you lived it well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem