Glowing rectangles.
Starving children.
Innosence or ignorance?
Lord forgive us, for we know not what we do.
But I think we all know.
Is it too much to ask for change?
No not from your pocket,
From your heart. From your mind.
From your soul.
Hurry before they become obselete.
I am still human.
I am.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
Glowing rectangles.
Starving children.
Innosence or ignorance?
Lord forgive us, for we know not what we do.
But I think we all know.
Is it too much to ask for change?
No not from your pocket,
From your heart. From your mind.
From your soul.
Hurry before they become obselete.
I am still human.
I am.
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