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Sep 01, 2005 23:02

the world turns on the heal of hope
and crushed by the leg of despair
and though all may breath the breathe of life
there will always be death in the air

it is true that a day could be mild
sunny with a gentle breeze
but there could also be a great darkness
with a gust to bring us all to our knees

Undoubtedly we welcome the good
and yearn to be free of the bad
yet the bad is here to define
all the good that we have had

So when hurricanes blow
and death and disease follow
we can not help these people
if our hearts are nothing but hollow

Never give up on hope
especially not in times of strife
because only together, and bonded by hope
can we make it through the struggles of life

I really dont know what i'm trying to say in this poem... it started out as a reply to one of my friends posts and i thought i'd try to extend it... i've just been watching the hurricane footage, and the aftermath of it, and i want somehow to help... yet i dont know how... Nor do i think what is being done is sufficient, yet who am i to question the happenings of things? Oh well, i suppose we thorow this one up to being a concerned citizen...
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