A poem about money actually. About those who don't have to much in thei life.


Unfair, a word well known

Watching the sunset,

enjoying the beautiful sight,

realizing how lucky I am,

thinking about how good a life I have,

thankful for sure,


Thinking about the less fortunate,

about the poor people that have nothing,

those who starve,

no food, drink or money,

no home or blessing,


Is this fair?

I sit here with my poems,

with my computer,

with my stereo and TV,

all this I have and they have nothing,


Why is the world so unfair?

the feeling I get when I think about it,

this is just a load of crap,

I wish that I could switch place,

switch place with one of those poor little children





Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2005-12-11 at 20:48

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Jeanette
Its a true poem, and we who live in Europe have so much, and are realy rich.
I think that we have too much, and give too little.
We don't have the gift of sharing.

Loved you're påem
2005-12-11