Today I climbed a mountain so high. So high that I started feeling pain in my thigh. So high hoping to touch the sky. But still! I could hear, the women and children cry! So high looking in the view of a birds’ eye. But still! I could see the babies die! And a man buying a million dollar tie! So high feeling that I could fly. Above the rich man, that told that lie. As I reached the top I prayed to god to show me why.
I really climbed a mountain today before I wrote this poem.