Poetry

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While looking at the news and seeing all
the suffering
it made me aware of my roof overhead
I thought why can't I raise my hands to God
but do the opposite and complain instead

Children drinking from muddy water holes
and with no shoes on their feet
And may not even have, a bank account
to buy good food to eat

There were mothers carring their siblings
on their backs as they made their way
No cars to drive as I watched the crowd
all this happening in just one day

They were carring large bundles upon their heads
savaging what little that they could take
They had to leave behind their memories
and flee for their life's sake

No place to go their only home blown up
yet we grumble and fail to thank God
For even having a glass and cup
and still able to go outside

There's no safety for them always on the run
their children are made to go to war
Not yet grown men, but carring a weapon
and traveling, not near, but far

Why do we grumble with our few troubles
and when delivered, we do the worse
Rob and steal from our next door neighbor
and soon fall back under the curse

Yes, we have suffering right here in America
there is hunger and killing here too
Every crime you can name, is on the brink
but some how we live it through

We only raise the flags when all is well
but still to God we turn our backs
It's only when troubles hits, we cry out to him
then our prayers go up in stacks

Sometimes we take our freedom for granted
and I do wonder if it's in our hearts
Or is it only, a formality
that's over as soon as it starts

Why is it so hard to thank God above
that our county is blessed so much
Why do we take advantage of his grace and mercy
and use him only for a crutch

I'm ashame of my crying I do at times
when I see families of other counties suffer so
And I ask myself, what's wrong with you
is it something I fail to know

I'm living in a country free to come and go
have a choice to buy, sell or even own
I have TV's, cable, video's, you name it
and even that nice telephone

Just about everything is at my beck and call
so many things at my hands touch
We have so many out door recreations
oh my heart it has so much

These are some of the things that made me-
to stop and take a closer look
And try to be a little more thankful
yes to me, the news had shook

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