What's With This World? - Poem by Shannon Nicole
There's someone with a hat, someone with a piercing, someone with a tattoo.
There's soemone with a pet, someone with a friend, someone with a family member.
There's someone with a love, someone with a name, someone with a purpose.
There's someone with a world, someone with a life, someone with a way.
There's someone with a word, someone with a song, someone with a speech.
There's someone with a place, someone with a photo, someone with a painting.
There's someone with a smile, someone with a frown, someone with a tear.
There's someone that is laughing, someone that is sobbing, someone that is dying.
There's someone that is bleeding, someone that is hurting, someone that is broken.
There's someone with a story, someone with a song, someone with a voice.
There's someone here to stay, someone here to leave, someone here to die.
There's someone living a lie, someone living in the past, someone living with a request.
There's someone with a purpose, someone that is killing, and someone that is being killed.
People wonder why there are people dying, what's going on in this world, and why everything is going wrong.
There's people everywhere that is wondering why we're all dying and why no one is fighting back.
People are watching the television for a sign, listening to the radio for a broacasted report, staying at home because everyone's afraid of the world.
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