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Feb 2010
Why do we not complain in Britain today?
The only American concept we haven’t reclaimed.
Why in the last few years nothing much changed?
World affairs, wars, starvation, disease plagues?

Why do people still suffer? Spread the wealth,
You want more than you need, all for yourself,
Are we that selfish we only care about out own health?
The older we get, the worse we get and morals melt.

What changes our good? Unlocks our evil?
Passion, sadness, trauma, guilt, people.

Where do the thoughts come from, inner spirit or demon?
What has happened to make us so feeble?

Are we hat narrow minded that we become blinded?
How do other people always find it?
Everyone needs someone to confide in.
Help stop some other person sliding.

Cannot be labelled because I’m always changing,
Life is to short, so stop the faking.
© Emma Johnson 2007
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