Violence

by dandy   Aug 17, 2004


At times I sit and think,
sometimes I wonder why.
Why people are the way they are,
all some do is lie.
Some people kill for pleasure,
others hit and run.
Some people think it's funny
to pull the trigger of a gun.
People killing other people,
that's what this world's come to.
I see people sit back
who say
there's nothing I can do.
This makes me very angry,
there are ways people can help.
But everyone always sits back
when a victim cries and yelps.
Certain people are so lazy,
they just sit back and watch.
A lot of people need assistance,
lets bring it up a notch.
One person can't do it alone,
it's impossible you see.
Some people don't even hear us,
and others ignore our plea.
If life keeps going on this way,
there's no telling what will become,
of our city our country,
our world our life,
we'll all be dead and gone.

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