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Contributed by praz on Friday, 4th December 2009 @ 05:54:19 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

i am walking, on the streets,
but what i see,
people bleeding on the streets,
they are unable to stand on the feet,
it stops the game of playing kids,
broken fingers and the flesh,
torn up clothes and too many death,
this silence make so much sound,
which cut us down and kick us on the ground,
in every channel , on every news,
we heard only the stupid excuse,
politicians and celebrities always so faith,
but don't walk with peace and want for change,
everyone knows power is corruption,
and always believe on the speech of minister, oh that long tradition,
foolish speeches of a week leader,
rise the public and they raise the gun,
violence started in every street,
burning vehicle and blood under the feet,
no one realize, after hearing children s cry,
again white pigeons are restricted to fly,
all are finding the solution, for a new start,
but when they will understand, its in their heart,
if you want a change, come with me,
let just fly to heavens sky,
then we asked to angels of time,
he told something, which strikes in mind,
that when people stop fighting,
its the last day on earth for living,
its surprise to hear,
but it is true,
no one will change after hearing this truth,
but when i think abut this,
it really strikes to my belief,
all the writer who wrote about the change,
its all wasted because no one has change,
all the great leaders and the holy books,
should be burn,
because no one has faith,
and no one has change,
no one has change.

Copyright © praz ... [ 2009-12-04 05:54:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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