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why a title, when a MEANS HAS NO END

As a Poet I write what others feel;
for the hungry knowing not their next meal,
for the drug addict fixing to steal,
for the meek who kneel...
Ive seen less than more,
whats real is hard core,
simple is American living,
real is those not giving...
We are at a moment in life,
where selfishness is our own strife,
while knowing God has your back,
unselfishness is what you most lack...
It would be my end,
if I just played pretend,
following the path of others,
not loving ALL as my Sisters & Brothers...
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Poetry.com 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Melissa Furey More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderfully written poem
Alexandria Douglas More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this poem!
Galina Valkova More than 1 year ago
-"Slap-Slam-Trump" , please review the poem and the rest of my work and please spread the word
Saraswathi Vicky More than 1 year ago
fantastic work
samuel ogyefuor More than 1 year ago
you are good.. you speak to the most inner part of your readers
Joe Topich 19 days ago
Different style my help
Martin McGill 6 months ago
I'm no fool.
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