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Nov 2015
Cities lay desolate and all they do is lay blame each other. Children use guns to resolve their problems then watch the destroyed lives. Some go to the grave and others go to jail. Each experiences a form of death, but who really cares. Politicians sit on ivory perches and intellectuals say how bad they feel, but all their platitudes will not feed a hungry child. We work ourselves into an early grave for a few scraps of paper only to have it taken away in the end. No one knows where the wealth goes, it vanishes into the either sphere. What is the answer, today it is more rage. Where has love gone to and why was it replaced by hate? In life there exist a void that human understanding cannot fill. Until we put down our selfish ways and start seeing another's pain, then noting is going to change.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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