Poetry's written by my dear friend Chris Smith- welsh-poet...I hope you will like them so much as I do :)
I Only Have Words
I look out on this world, yonder
And my mind begins to ponder
Thinking about all of the hate
Of why do we face such cruel fate
Of the dangers and the obsession
Sinking deeper into our depression
Is there any love left there outside?
Must hope always have to hide?
We see only what we want to see
Blind eyes always look away from misery
We turn our backs on women and children battered
Always acting like it never really mattered
Make judgement on violence on the streets
Some turn to that crime, to make ends meet
I hold my hands to my head in despair
Wondering, at times, does God care?
And after all we have to go through
I only have words to give to you
copyright Chris Smith
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