The World

The world is a harsh uncaring place
People are born and People die
They slave away at their jobs
Earning money that they never have enough of
They fight and war over things that don’t matter
As children die in the streets for lack of food
Sometimes the world even wipes them out
By using Mother Nature to do their dirty work
Yet there is beauty in the caring of people
Those who stop to give to the needy
And those that make this world bearable

by Rachael Wilson

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