Forget about tomorrow and pay attention to this present day.
Politicians promised to make it a better world,visions of ancestors told a tale of fortune. . .
Nothing there but lies and deniel,silly people fooled by money and fame,rich?!,kings and queens of bling you and i have called them.
Snap out of it,see that dirty old man cuddling with a brown bag that smells like fish and chips under a bridge,too bad he doesnt even know how they taste.
Imagen nothing there but shame and empty minds that have been blinded by money and stupidity,how selfish. . .now tell the story to the next generation. . .
Oh excuse me for been ignorent,see any future leaders arise from those never learn from their own mistakes. . .forget it they dont care.
Showing posts with label HELP THE WORLD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HELP THE WORLD. Show all posts
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
WHA DID I DO TO DESERVE ALL THIS
The summer evening sky suddenly turned dark and the heavens opened,merciless to those poor souls who happen to be caught in it.She shivered from the cold,of a typical summer storm by the time she reached home she was soaking wet.
As she trudged home,worn down by worry.Inhaling like its her very last breath. . .THE STORY STARTS.
A busy life of a young woman,arriving to a warm beautiful family.With bright smiles and everything prepare the minute she walks in a kiss from behind and her name is called,they calm down to delte with problems revolving around them.
Each night a prayer will be brought upon,at that moment she questions herself. . .what more can a woman want.Exactly what is meant by happily ever after.
But take a moment and listen,imagine your neighbour or that stranger you bumped into this morning when you were heading to work.That nobody you never even bothered to greet let along saying sorry to for it wasnt your fault that she fell down on the mud.
The brighter side that somebody walks all day long to look for food and money for the young to sleep not with an empty stomach,that stranger recieves a different welcome home from what you have. . .the dog burks and a swearing voice as the door opens wide and the cool air breeze that shakes the bones even when under a warm blanket.
The smell of booze tells the story of a hard working man,so he says. . .
A lot of demants and if not expected to be done,her neck held like a chicken about to be slaughted. . .Shoutes and slaps,even the kids receive the same welcome home treatment,for they dont deserve happiness
The house will be turned into a boxing ring with everything turned up side down,left there like victims they are,for he has more importand things to do before the next day starts and all will begin. . .Out he goes.
Slowly dragging herself with brozes and pain trying to read her little ones a fairytale and sets a prayer. . .just like you what have i done to deserve all this-She questioned herself.
SORRY!!!!
As she trudged home,worn down by worry.Inhaling like its her very last breath. . .THE STORY STARTS.
A busy life of a young woman,arriving to a warm beautiful family.With bright smiles and everything prepare the minute she walks in a kiss from behind and her name is called,they calm down to delte with problems revolving around them.
Each night a prayer will be brought upon,at that moment she questions herself. . .what more can a woman want.Exactly what is meant by happily ever after.
But take a moment and listen,imagine your neighbour or that stranger you bumped into this morning when you were heading to work.That nobody you never even bothered to greet let along saying sorry to for it wasnt your fault that she fell down on the mud.
The brighter side that somebody walks all day long to look for food and money for the young to sleep not with an empty stomach,that stranger recieves a different welcome home from what you have. . .the dog burks and a swearing voice as the door opens wide and the cool air breeze that shakes the bones even when under a warm blanket.
The smell of booze tells the story of a hard working man,so he says. . .
A lot of demants and if not expected to be done,her neck held like a chicken about to be slaughted. . .Shoutes and slaps,even the kids receive the same welcome home treatment,for they dont deserve happiness
The house will be turned into a boxing ring with everything turned up side down,left there like victims they are,for he has more importand things to do before the next day starts and all will begin. . .Out he goes.
Slowly dragging herself with brozes and pain trying to read her little ones a fairytale and sets a prayer. . .just like you what have i done to deserve all this-She questioned herself.
SORRY!!!!
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