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A Cruel Race

I saw a figure today

Standing Alone

in a world of hate, crime, and

Empty promises.

I cried for this lone being, for he showed me how

to live life in a more

Peaceful

way teaching others how to

Love.

this "someone" is always

Alone.

they speak of how he's a

Burden

how they should cut him down

and let his

Wise

mind rot, in the landfills of today.

will we let him

Die?

are we so cruel of a race as to let others

Perish

for our own benefit?

won't you allow my willow tree to

Thrive

for awhile longer?

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phillip-rios
Italian
Published
Jun 24, 2010
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