A World That's Ill
The ill's of the world are many I see.From shore to shore and sea to sea.
What is this violence in every nation?
Is it a total contamination?
I feel that we all are inflicted with cancer.
So I sit here and think is there an answer?
The cancer I speak of is violence and crime.
Is there a cure or are we out of time?
Our society is in total disarray.
Might the world be in total decay.
As I sit here and ponder, the lost love.
Is there an answer, will it come from above?
As the ink flows from my pen.
I wonder if it will ever end.
The ill's of the world are many I see.
From shore to shore and sea to sea.
Steven James DeMarre
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