Looking At It All

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Looking At It All

From the top of the world he stared
At all the pain and the strife
The rich the poor the good the bad
The ones searching for a life

The big man with all his money
The poor wanting to survive
The broken hearted walking wounded
Just wanting to stay alive

The wars between the greedy
All the crime going on within
A shake of the head, a sigh in pain
As a tear rolls down his chin

Bombs dropping in a distant land
Gruesome smell of death in the air
Why do we do this? ..What is going on?
It's all so damn unfair

Buildings that collapse from the war we wage
So much precious land tore to shreds
Homeless people walk through our streets
Just wishing they had a bed

It's not supposed to be this way
All the violence has got to cease
Please pray for a way to stop it all
And let us have world peace

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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Mysterys 0
American Family 0
A Womans Pain 1
Days Like This 0
Yours No Matter 0
The Final Stall 0
Tears In My Heart 1
Desperation 0
Its So Hard To See You Go 0
All I Want 1
Departure 0
If I...... 0
Evermore 0
Looking At It All 0
Give Me A Chance 0
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Existence 0
Emotions 0
Trucker Guy 1
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Going Nowhere 0
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My Search Is Over 0