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Aug 2014
Look up and see a wealth of stars, behold a
Universe. Heaven above. Hell below, why is
inbetween a pile of ****?

Why waste our time teaching our children to
be good, when we adults do such wrong?

Why waste our time teaching our children to
be good adults, when adults act like children?

How about, we just teach children how to care
and do the right things in life?

And then just copy them.

He doesn't look like me. His ways are not my ways.
His skin doesn't match my skin. If we were all the
same would we spend our lives criticizing ourselves?

In a child's eyes the colour of skin has no reflection.
We love naturally, we have to learn how to hate.
Do we stand bye or do we act, is it ever to late?

For what we throw away day after day many poor
people could feast upon. So why don't we pass it on?

However is it that we can have a Third World on a
Single Earth?

Who are we to say who should die and who should live?
Is it just to easy to solve this worlds problems by dropping
a bomb on them?

Who the f**k are we?
7th September 2013
Christopher K Bayliss
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Christopher K Bayliss  London. UK
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